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‘If I were you, I’d be more worried about my own fate than whether Marclos was stabbed in accordance with the right social niceties.’
The perfumes of lords and ladies tickled at my nose: lavender and orange oil. On the road, shit has the decency to stink.
‘The weakest spot in a good defence is designed to fail. It falls, but in falling it summons the next defence and so on. It’s all about layers. At the end of it all you’ll find yourself facing the thing you sought to avoid all along, only now you’re weaker, and it’s forewarned.’
