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... ent on, voice tightening, "that a man like my grandfather isn’t going to be stopped by distance."
He did know him. Caelan was the kind of evil that didn’t need close oversight. It rotted things through meetings, mail, rumors, and people who wanted to stay in his good graces. He ruined rooms he wasn’t even in.
Arion didn’t blink. "No," he agreed, "but death has a way of stopping people."
An attendant appeared like a shadow and placed a glass of amber liquid and ice on the ...
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