Completely unable to sleep for more than a few hours at a time, V awoke feeling even more wretched than before. Fighting nausea, he looked about the room until his gaze came to rest on the pot of salve.
Parchment. Underneath. If you need me before the week is out, burn it and I will come, he'd said.Nothing else for it. This wasn't right. He
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