“The locker is what I call this.” He tapped his forehead. “The place ideas go to . . .” He waited. Was Frederick to fill in the blank, then? “To die?” Killian Blackaby took a step back, hand to his chest as if Frederick had dealt him a blow. “Certainly not! To be kept safe from that fate. A balladmonger needs a healthy arsenal of rhymes.”
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