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. Though
he had only the ramblings of a simpleton to support the be-
lief, Flint knew in his gut that Aylmar must have been mur-
dered, and likely because he knew the true contents of the
mountain dwarves' wagons. He had killed one of the derro
on instinct - but on what evidence? The word of the village
idiot? Though his family might believe him, he would still
be imprisoned, causing great humiliation and the ruination
of the Fireforge name in Hillhome. What bothered Flint
more, though, was that from jail he would be unable to dis-
cover Aylmar's killer and avenge his brother's death.
Flint was determined to do both, or die trying. He would
keep his suspicions to himself, until he had evidence no one
could refute.
* * * * *
"This is a fine example you set for the family!" grumbled a
harsh voice from the barn door when Flint arrived on the
front lawn the next morning. He had spent a fitful night
sleeping in the cave before setting out at dawn, circling
around the south side of the village to reach the family
home. Ruberik was in a huff, his milking pail in hand
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