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The old tinker’s wagon rattled and shook as it made its way over the dirt road, its driver trying to rein the horse around the




The Tinker Trilogy

Book Two



The Tinker’s Apprentice


Shelley Ballard



As his head jerked up, he heard a voice, or was it more like having the memory of hearing a voice?

The Master bids you come.

The words echoed clearly in his head, so clearly in fact that he looked around the room half expecting to see someone there with him. He was alone.

He got up and walked through the house to the kitchen. He put water on the stove to boil for tea and looked for something to eat. Mother and Father had gone to visit a neighbor they hadn’t seen for some time. Paison remembered a time when neighbors dropped by almost daily, but people just didn’t do that kind of thing anymore. He wondered why. Too busy. Maybe. Or maybe there was another reason, a fear of something.

The Master bids you come, Thirteen.

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