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... others using a poisoner’s kit in ways he had largely learned through study of interrogation. Not that anyone could tell the difference.
“I don’t need a stick to bite down on,” Felis insisted. “It’s just a little pain, I can take it.”
In most circumstances, the man might even have been right: regular use of dust could dull one’s sense of pain. Not so here, however. Aines fretted at her husband’s side but he kept pushing her away.
“I once saw a man bite through his own tong ...
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