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Calder turned on him, surprised. Thanks to Petal’s potion, he didn’t look shocked—he looked delighted.
“I may be smiling, but don’t think that means you’re funny.”
That weapon was older than the Empire, older than the Emperor, perhaps as old as the monster pulling this ship. And it killed. He could pilot The Testament through the oceans of blood that blade had spilled.
