Silas’s voice turned ugly. “We’ll be back. With more men.”
“Bring whoever you want,” Thorly replied. “Now go.”
For a moment, there was only the storm’s hush. Then footsteps retreated. The voices faded into the night, swallowed by wind and wet snow. Silence returned, heavy and trembling. The trap door opened. Thorly’s hand appeared, steady and rough.
“They’re gone,” he said. “For now.”
Valora climbed out, legs trembling. “They’ll come back,” she whispered.
“Yes,” Thorly said. “But not tonight.”
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