Chapter 112 Ashes Beneath The Flagstones

• Katie's POV
• We arrived at dusk.
• The outer camp of the Duke didn’t look like a battlefield, not at first. From a distance, it resembled a marketplace—or at least, a crude version of one. Canvas tents flapped in the wind. Fires crackled low in sunken pits. There were wagons, traders, mercenaries, and creatures I couldn’t even name moving about like ants in a nest. All ordinary enough, until you looked closer.