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“No signs of danger at all,” Brasti said. I loosened both my rapiers. “So, definitely a trap, then.” “Oh, absolutely,” Brasti said, and motioned for me to go forward. “I imagine you’ll want to walk right into it.”
“You want laws? Here’s a law: no man wears armor. Ever. There’s only one reason why a man puts on armor, Falcio—because it means he can beat and kill and rape anyone too poor to afford their own.”
Happiness is a series of grains of sand spread out in a desert of violence and anguish.

