Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]

Lisa's home was, in fact, not her house. It was a large building which served as a home for many people – most of which made up the poorest and most destitute of Vale's citizens. One might have compared it to an orphanage for adults, with a centralised kitchen and common room, but each inhabitant essentially being limited to a single, small room with the barest of amenities.

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His right – the one with the dagger – rushed in for my throat. It bounced off my arm, the blade slicing a thin line across cloth and flesh but not puncturing. The sound of ripping fabric tore through Lisa's quiet snores, waking her immediately.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]