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“So that’s what this is, spite?” “Hm-mm.” Baz kisses my neck. “Spite. Look where the Mage’s golden boy is now…” “Depowered,” I say. “Deposed. Hackney Wick.” Baz sits up, right on my stomach. I grunt and try to push him off.
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