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    Wicander Halovar, priest of the Light, Bearer of the Filament, cowers in a chair made of fine wood and plush upholstery. Above him, so close that it’s all he can see, Halandil Fang looms, his face lined with sorrow and his eyes flashing with anger.

    “You said you had it taken care of,” Hal growls, his face mere inches from Wick’s own. “You promised me.”

    “Hal, by the Light, I swear, I didn’t lie to you. I thought— my parents agreed that hanging your brother was— it was my grandmother, she—”

    “No more excuses,” Hal snarls, and then his lips are crashing against Wick’s hard enough to bruise as Wick finds his mouth suddenly filled by Hal’s tongue.

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