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Chapter One: blind
Silas Wolfe was used to women staring at him. He did, after all, have a reputation as the town skirt-chaser.
But he didn't think a blind woman should see him, let alone be staring at him.
Her eyes white and gleaming, she stood frozen mere feet away from him, whereas the market was very much alive around them. He heard the shouts of gold-toothed merchants as they beckoned customers to their stalls, the laughter of the children winding down the crowded avenues, and the festive music that tied it all together. The air was warm with the scent of freshly-baked bread, an aroma rivaled only by that of the tavern nearby. Patterned cloths and the finest of furs dangled from the awnings, while more practical wares like fruits and herbs lined the streets in woven baskets.
But she stood still. Staring.
Silas ducked his head and swiftly moved to the next stall, embarrassed to think she may have been looking at him because he'd been gawking at