"Unfortunately, I have nothing of the sort in my collection," Leofwine told Jason.  "It wouldn't hurt to check with Father Beacom though."  

The constable excused himself as Sara started tending the man's wound.  At least for tonight he felt safe enough to close his eyes and get some real, desperately needed rest...  

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[i]Felmer, Cedric, Rockmar (and anyone else accompanying them)...

The dreary fog still clings to the island, shrouding the stone chapel in an eerie mist.  All is quiet as the late night guests approach the heavy wooden door...

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