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... er. The capital would take weeks to respond. The Saint of Helios would take months." The Marquis of Mangort’s voice was low but edged with iron. "My wife doesn’t have that time."
Count Marek stepped closer, his eyes dark with concern. "So you’re planning to go to that forest yourself? To find that woman?"
"I think we have no choice but to do it."
"You’re insane," Marek said, voice taut with disbelief. "You’re a Marquis. If word spreads that you consorted with a witch, eve ...
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