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“I had assumed,” he said, “that everyone up here in the land of the Sovereign was a barbarian. Nobody wears masks, and what your people did to my crewmates . . .” He shivered again. This didn’t seem to be the cold. “But then you let me out,” he continued. “And you had one of them with you, a grand Metalborn of the precious arts. So I’m left confused.”
The Bands of Mourning (Mistborn, #6)
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