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... Hated carrying them. Hated when people gave them meaning they didn’t deserve.
But he liked being alive.
So he wrote three anyway.
One for a broker in Virecross, coin-heavy and discreet. Another for a smuggler contact who knew how to whisper near the Lorienya border. The third he folded twice, didn’t sign, and burned the edges on purpose.
That one would go to a man Sylric hadn’t seen in four years.
And hadn’t missed once.
He pressed his thumb to th ...
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