Chapter 86

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Sam settled back into the most comfortable chair in his room and sighed. Room, not rooms. The accommodation he had found was sparse, but reasonably comfortable and affordable on the money that he had kept from Tristan. It had a large bed, a table with two chairs under the window, and two armchairs along with a somewhat rickety assortment of furniture and utensils. The landlord had eyed him with suspicion, but the payment of two months in advance apparently smoothed over any misgivings he might have had. The next plan was work. At least he had decent clothing that would allow him to seek reputable work, although he couldn’t for the life of him think what he might do.

A knock at the door broke him out of his reverie.