Panier Borough, in the North Eastern shanties
aka the Pueblin
The smell of oily pig permeated the marketplace. Every other stall was selling a different piece of pig. Stewed pig rump, pickled pig's feet, pig skin cut into strips and deep fried. Florian had to admit it was good butcher work...
He'd had a family, once: mother and father and two older siblings. His mother was a serious woman who ruined her eyes needling lace for rich ladies two towns over. His father fancied himself an undiscovered weaver, even though the man was just a pig farmer with a knack for predicting the...
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