“You seriously think me one of their agents?” I snarled. “Me?” I held up my ruined hand. “Look at me, my lord!” I hissed, and when the Magnarch opened his mouth to reply I shouted him down. “Look at me! See these fingers? Dorayaica bit them off itself! And these!” I showed him the white stripes of scar on my fingers and arms. “Here is where they flayed me! And this!” I turned my head, fingers to my temple as I leaned to present the crescent scar that just barely vanished into my hair. “This is where they cut me so the blood would not pool in my head while they hanged me naked by my ankles!” I
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