All across Sevonai the grandest city of Clairvoy the news travelled, from the fine homes of Hivre Boulevard to the ramshackle decrepit buildings of Seme. The news was on everyone’s lips. There was a slasher on the loose.
Bodies turned up by the canalside and in the back alleys of Seme, their throats torn out and eyes filled with fear. It started with people of little note, a cobbler, a fisherman, a prostitute. Then it became small time merchants, blacksmiths and their wives.
But then the news really began to churn when it became the nobility. A count found dead in his own manor after a lavish party, a wealthy merchant and his family dead. All with throats torn out from this mad slasher.
If the gentry wasn’t safe who was? The outrage burned within the city as everyone shouted for the gendarmes to do something about it, to find this killer or killers before they struck again. That is how Henri found himself where he was outside the market district with his partner Armand. The
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