Grelle sat crouched high up in the rafters of the tavern, holding on to a dusty support beam with one hand. She brushed long crimson strands of hair away from her face, and carefully wiped the sweat from her brow with a grimy rag. She could ill-afford to have sweat dripping on the tables below. For one thing, her plan - such as it could loosely be
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