They pay well. Now I'm talking to myself. Liar! I was in Barthanes's manor last night, as close to him as I am to you. She reached up to touch the finely wrought patterns on the chest, ran her hands across them, pressed.
Felt his brothers, the wolves. The man who called himself Bors grasped for an answer his mind could contain without splitting. Tears trickled from the corners of Amalisa's eyes, glistening on her cheeks. There would be no unseen eye here.
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