Rose traced a finger around the rim of her wine glass. In a town like Dunk, there was little to do but entertain her thoughts about the Man in the Hood. He was an outsider. Nobody had seen his face or even knew his name. For the past two nights, Rose had shadowed his every move, only to discover that he rarely left his private chambers at the Cockalorum Inn. That’s why she was stuck at the bar, drinking away her youth with a bottle of red. “I’ll tell you about the Man in the Hood,” said Alfred, the town’s…

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