“There’s an odd thing about diseases I once heard, Fain,” Matrim Cauthon whispered. “Once you catch a disease and survive, you can’t get it again.” Shaisam thrashed, panicked. No. No, this was not how a meeting with an old friend should go! He clawed at the hand holding him, then realized with horror that he’d dropped the dagger. Cauthon pulled him down, slamming him to the ground. Shaisam called for his drones. Too late! Too slow! “I’ve come to give you your gift back, Mordeth,” Cauthon whispered. “I consider our debt paid in full.” Cauthon rammed the dagger right between the ribs, into
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