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You
.
.
.
think
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
did
.
.
.
not
.
.
.
know
.
.
.
what
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
bought
.
.
.
for
.
.
.
my
.
.
.
Wanna
.
”
He
toppled
.
No
bending
or
softening
.
It
was
like
a
tree
falling
.
“
So
join
her
,
”
the
Baron
repeated
.
But
his
words
were
like
a
weak
echo
.
Yueh
had
filled
him
with
a
sense
of
foreboding
.
He
whipped
his
attention
to
Piter
,
watched
the
man
wipe
the
blade
on
a
scrap
of
cloth
,
watched
the
creamy
look
of
satisfaction
in
the
blue
eyes
.
So
that
’
s
how
he
kills
by
his
own
hand
,
the
Baron
thought
.
It
’
s
well
to
know
.
“
He
did
give
us
the
Duke
?
”
the
Baron
asked
.
“
Of
a
certainty
,
my
Lord
,
”
Piter
said
.
“
Then
get
him
in
here
!
”
Piter
glanced
at
the
guard
captain
,
who
whirled
to
obey
.
The
Baron
looked
down
at
Yueh
.
From
the
way
the
man
had
fallen
,
you
could
suspect
oak
in
him
instead
of
bones
.
