Chapter 1: The Weight of the Jester’s Crown
“Staring at that remarkably unremarkable face of yours, the concierge is far more likely to hand you a mop than a room key,” my sister-in-law, Sabrina, drawled. Her gaze dragged over my frame with undisguised contempt, lingering on the fraying hem of my jacket. She stood anchored in the center of our modest continue reading …