Jay



I lay in bed and surveyed my room. For tonight, it was still my room. The mutt lay curled at the end of the bed on a heap of my clothes. How did he get in?

Fin had turned up at the forge last night but was already up and gone, having first picked through my shirts for a clean one. I started to fold them again.

As I moved yesterday’s cast-offs out of the way, a slender coin-shape fell to the floor, threaded with a plaited leather n...