When she spoke at last, she sounded frozen and numb. “I see. I understand. Lipochrome. Recessive. You are the evidence. He lied to us … and you are all the proof I needed. I don’t have to breach anything. I don’t have to go back.” She exhaled. “Good God … Cytherea would have known as soon as she looked at you.” And I said: “What the fuck are you talking about? What the hell are you talking about? What other Gideon?” “The Lyctor sent to kill your mother,” said Mercymorn. “But Harrow’s mother—” “I’m not talking to Harrowhark, you facile dead child,” she said disdainfully. “I am talking to you …
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