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there wasn’t much about this man sobielle liked. annoyed that the tincture she’d given him didn’t take, sobeille passed a dry glance over him.

she wondered abstractly if he thought about death often. the way he spoke, it was like he was trying to pass on some great torch of wisdom as if his hours were short.

’ow do you kill a seal in water? she asked flatly, wondering what it would take to send this man leaping off a cliff.