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... ry happy to do what I asked, which immediately made me suspicious. Nobody was ever happy to follow my orders.
The Pope was merrily doing whatever I asked, the old gods had let me go with barely a how do you do. No one was this easy-going unless they were up to something.
My general instinct was not to trust either of them, not to believe any explanations and to be super suspicious of every time they let me have my way. Not that my instincts were always rightwhen it came to anythi ...
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