Goll said, his voice lilting up merrily. “Let me tell you the most useful fact that every one of those bog rolls leaves out: The Tower is a tar pit. Once you put a toe in her, you’re caught forever. No one leaves. No one goes home.” “Of course people go home,” Senlin said, suppressing a rueful snort. He was finding it increasingly impossible to be convivial. Who was Goll to patronize and intimidate him like this? “I wouldn’t have taken you for a conspiratorial sort, Mr. Goll.” Senlin pulled himself up. He attempted to tidy his cuffs, though both were soiled with grease, the result of his
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