CHAPTER 82

“Sit down, Eric,” she pointed to a chair at a small elegant table, “this City is special. Even among your own brethren. The rest, like fishermen with a net, caught everyone who passed by. But this one… he invites into his arms those who want to forget themselves and disappear from the outside world. The unfortunate people who are persecuted and hounded, tortured and killed, always easily found him. Unfortunately for them, we were the ones who settled in the City first, being deprived of our essence at home.

Speech flowed like a river while the witch conjured over aromatic drinks, deftly wielding an old Turk. A captivating aroma quickly swam around the room, causing the guy to show an involuntary interest in the proposed pastime. A small, hand-painted tray with two steaming cups was carefully placed on the table.

- What makes you think that I'm interested in listening to this? Eric asked incredulously, eyeing the offered drink suspiciously.

The witch chuckled, scooped a teaspoon of cof
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