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... cil, moving for an empty room. Outwardly, I was a picture of perfect poise. I displayed everything required of a Scythe: perfect grace and cool, powerful indifference. My mask of apathy was a weapon to be wielded as I saw fit, striking at any who stepped out of line.
But within? I was tense; taut as a wyvern-hide bow. Cylrit had contacted me swiftly, as expected. I knew Retainer Uto had been planning an ambush of Arthur Leywin in concert with Councilor Rahdeas. I’d volunteered my eventua ...
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