The Seer's Journey

I was walking through the marketplace of Dubrovnik on the western border of the Empire when I felt eyes on me.

I ran my hands over my shoulders, feeling the hum of magic that meant my cloak of unseen was still in place, and yet I knew I was being watched.

I walked down another street, pretending to be interested in a stall so I could look back.

There she was, bold as daylight in the middle of the street, watching me.

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