”Reaching out, Rafe impassively drew his dagger across the prisoner’s offered throat. For as I’m sure you know, the Directorate is no more. Main with its elms and street cars, blocks of stores round the corner of Church, and then the fire department. “I’m giving the orders now,” shesaid quietly.
Have a chaser. As the smoke cleared, the guard looked dead. Such traditions were an established way of life for the wizard. “This simply isn’t good enough,” he said menacingly.
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