#19. Sling
The rock sits securely in the cradle of Lludu’s sling. He begins to whirl it about, then hesitates.
“You are certain he is one of them?”
The raven shrugs. “He lives in the iron nest. He must be our enemy.”
“And yet he seems so devoted to his half-blood wife.”
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