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William had been nodding off, rocked into a peaceful rhythm by the motion of the carriage. At the doctor's voice, however, he perked up. "We'll both relish it, sir. I could do with a glass of ale that didn't taste like someone's left over bath water. The more I hear of Blackbriar, the more of a tragedy it seems that such a nightmare should have touched your village."
"Thank you, William," Doctor Nichols replied. Throughout the trip his eyes were often clouded by sadness, and this moment was no exception. "I am only troubled at having been away. I shudder to think what more might have happened in my absence."
Tamara leaned forward to lay a comforting hand upon the doctor's arm. "We're almost there. And then William and I will get to the root of this trouble. Whoever is behind it lacks subtlety. I don't think it's going to take very long for us to find an answer."
"I pray not," Doctor Nichols replied, and then he turned to peer out the window, brows knitted as he drifted off to a place where he might be alone with his most vexing worries.
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