Chapter Twelve

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"Ok, I take that as you choosing to continue this version of an interrogation. So, what exactly is 'the title and glory that has so carelessly graced this world'. And why in hell's fire do the Sewn believe they have the right to rob museums to get it?" I asked. "The Title is the name of Protector and Guardian. The Glory is the legacy name that comes with this name. I honestly don't know what they mean to become the protector of, but I know they will do anything to get it." She responded, her voice a hushed whisper, and her eyes darting around the street, scanning for something.

"Is this all you know?" I questioned, getting only a swift and whispered "yes" in response. I gave the girl a quick nod and left the police to deal with her. I walked over to my team. "Get anything useful, at all?" Kay asked. I shook my head and pulled the arrow I had shot out of one of the unconscious Sewns' shoulder. "Not much, but I think I know where we have to go next," I said, grabbing the stuff that I assumed Kat had brought down from the roof when she came down after the battle. "But for now, Let's head back to The Den. We need to go back to the drawing board on motivation."

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