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"You can go back to blacksmithing in Hintindar and live a quiet happy life. Do me a favor and marry some pretty farm girl and train your son to beat the crap out of imperial knights." "Sure," Hadrian told him. "And with any luck he'll make friends with a cynical burglar who'll do nothing but torment him."
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"The claw slipped again. It came off the edge of the stone and Hadrian felt his stomach rise as he fell. He dropped less than two stories and landed in a thick pile of straw, but it still hurt. With the wind knocked from him, he lay staring up at the sky and the wall. Royce's shadow crossed his face. "That was pathetic." "You're enjoying this a little too much for me to think you're honestly trying to help." "Trust me. I want you to improve. I want you to fall from much higher up."
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"And why would she do that?" Hadrian shouted to the upper story. "She told you herself. Farlan was going to have the sheriff investigate." "Yeah, investigate you!" "But I didn't kill anyone. Well, not anyone in Vernes ... well, not recently."
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Their jobs were almost too clean for Royce's taste.
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