Friday, July 21
Death in Freeport - Part 5: The Temple
A few minutes later, a slight man with pince-nez huffed up to Kham. “I’m afraid you cannot thee Brother Egil,” he said with a strong lisp. “He’th buthy. I’m Miloth. If you have quethtionth for him, you can talk to me.”
Kham looked back at Ilmarė as if to ask, “Is this guy for real?” Then he turned back to Milos. “Okay, Miloth—“
“Miloth,” said Milos.
“That’s what I said,” said Kham. “Miloth.”
“No, MiloTH,” said Milos. [MORE]
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