Chapter 352: Support Group

Zander Smut wore a casual trench-style jacket, striding with his usual restless energy. Maria Dackham followed close behind, a small bag swinging from her hand. A worker carrying a ladder walked straight toward them. Zander did not spare him a glance. "Achoo!" The instant they passed each other, Zander sneezed. By his ear, he seemed to catch a faint, scratchy rustle, like something whispering through sand. "What's wrong, Young Master Smut?" Maria asked, worry tightening her voice. "Don't tell...