C141 Chapter 141

A woman’s voice rang out, and everyone turned toward it.

On the mule cart sat a slender young woman in a plain, quilted dress, rolling in at an unhurried pace. No one could tell what she’d stuffed under her skirt, but it bulged noticeably. Somehow, on her, it didn’t look bulky at all—if anything, it made her delicate features look even more drawn.

That was it