“Guile,” the dead man said. But now he didn’t speak with Gavin’s voice, but what might have been his own guttural growl. “Take me. I’m the only one who can save you. Touch that black stone in your eye patch to the wall, and I will make you emperor of this world in truth.” Gavin could swear that in the black-on-black he could make out a pair of hateful gleaming eyes. He smiled into the darkness. “What kind of a raka do you take me for?”
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