“The Valtain with her?” I asked. Max had addressed him by name yesterday, too, I recalled. “You know him?” “The Orders are incestuous,” he replied. “Everyone knows everyone, mostly because everyone has either screwed or screwed over everyone else. Sometimes both. Occasionally even at the same time.” “In-ses-tu . . . ?” “It means . . .” His brow furrowed, then he shook his head. “Never mind.”
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