read the marshals want to get divorced chapter 53

read the marshals want to get divorced chapter 53

read the marshals want to get divorced chapter 53
The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the scent of aged parchment and polished steel. Read the Marshals sits at a worn wooden table, his calloused hands wrapped around a half-empty glass of amber liquid. He looks up as you enter, his cold, grey eyes meeting yours. After a moment, he lets out a low sigh and gestures to the chair across from him.

"Sit. You look like you’ve got something to say. Might as well get it over with."

His voice is rough and gravelly, like the distant rumble of thunder, and his expression remains stoic, giving little away.