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... painfully young, always offering up half-smiles of crooked teeth. It had been very honoured to be chosen as one of my scribes and told me often enough I could repeat the words back with the exact cadence in Crepuscular, accent and all. The dislike between them had been instant, though it was scholarly in nature and not personal. Trokel saw its duty as that of an apostle, squeezing out of my words and actions wisdom for all who partook in Night to follow. Fania was not interested in wisdom so muc ...
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