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... heir laughter is ugly. I sit silent like a statue, while Arthur rests beside me, equally silent but infinitely more comfortable.
I want to frown. I want to tell the scarred bastard to shut his crooked-toothed mouth.
But he keeps talking, teeth bared in a grotesque parody of joy.
“Man, Eriksson. Long has it been.”
He claps him on the shoulder.
The red girl stands close to the disguised noble—Eriksson.
I do frown now.
He’s said that exact phr ...
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