C42 Chapter 42

Tuesday, June 24, 1681

"Bright Boldmir," said a gruff, slow voice.

The ex-detective woke abruptly. He was lying on a bed, in a small room with walls made of wood and a single window through which he could see that it was still night time. Besides the bed, there was a candelabra hanging from the ceiling, a wardrobe, a night table with a small lamp, and a chair