Sanctum of Death

He grins at you.

"Nah, you're grand. I like someone who can stand up for themselves."

Cormac plasters down his wet, short-cropped hair.

"Anyway," he continues. "I was only messing. London sounds deadly. My cousin Oisín is a builder there. I'm going to live there someday, shake the dust of this place off my feet."

I am a little skeptical. "Really? What are you going to do there?"

"Maybe you can look me up when you get there."

"Why are you so keen to leave Ballyavon? It doesn't seem so bad to me."

"It's a good idea. There's always something going on in London."

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