Six years ago, I had worked up the nerve to invite rsie for a date at Erlines best tea shop. We had been both fresh out of Sforzas private tutoring for young criminals; I was made a clerk in his underground empire, keeping track of which bribe went to which pocket, while rsie gathered information under the guise of a housemaid. In retrospect, her uncanny ability to infiltrate a noble household undetected should have clued in that my girlfriend might be keeping secrets from .
The date had gone well. Wed drank Seukaian tea, laughed, held hands while walking near the canals, and then had passionate sex in the back of a warehouse used to smuggle drugs and Iremian contraband. Typical teenage shenanigans.
Six years forward to the present mont, I sipped the cup in my hand and imdiately recognized the fruity flavor. Seukaian green tea. The sa one we drank back then. She rembered our first date as vividly as I did.
Do you like the tea? rsie asked with a sweet smile. I knew you were unhappy I couldnt serve it to you in Erline.
I felt a pang of nostalgia, but not enough for it to distract . Did you steal it from the dukes reserves?
She gave an offended look. No.
Then you bought it. A gesture that carried great significance nowadays. The price of Seukaian tea has gone up tenfold since the Shinkoku started blockading their ports.
rsie avoided my gaze. I am well-off.
How much?
rsie hesitated a bit before answering with another question. How much did this city invest in your new company?
I squinted at her. Thirty-thousand gold.
Im amazed at what you could achieve with so little. Her smile was sincere, but it felt a little condescending to . I could buy it ten tis over.
Ten tis over. Three-hundred thousand gold coins in cash would put her in the weight class as the great dukes and rchant princes. I would have snorted in disbelief, but rsie had been able to hide so many things from I had to consider the possibility she was indeed telling the truth.
Ten tis over, I repeated while struggling to hold back a laugh. Thats rich. You wouldnt accept a handful of coins the last ti we t.
rsie chuckled. It is not because I am relatively well-off
Rich, I corrected her. I couldnt stand false modesty. Or eminently taxable, if you want a flowery alternative.
that I do not understand the value of money, she said with a wide grin, ignoring my jap. Ive spent half my life first at the orphanage and then in Sforzas employ. The few coins you offered ant more than a gold statue from Archfrosts king.
My Goddess, and all these tis I treated her to dinner because I thought Sforza didnt pay her enough for her work I felt cheated.
Still, rsies net worth gave a good amount of information. Considering she had lost her entire family and joined Sforzas orphanage over a decade ago, I tried to rember all of the great noble or rchant houses that suffered tragedy in the last fifteen years or so. A candidate ca up in my mind.
They did have a daughter, I thought. A dead daughter but the tiline would fit. Is your family na Salvadoreen, rsie?
rsies butler gave a dark look, his hand twitching on his swords hilt. Youve always been too smart for your own good, his mistress said with a sigh. That's why I had to break up with you.
You would have had to kill otherwise? I asked, suddenly on edge.
Robin, I would never rsies expression darkened into a scowl. She appeared sincerely outraged. For the Goddess sake, we dated for two years. We fucked. In my bed.
I rembered it fondly to this day. That didnt save your last lover.
I slept with him for a purpose, nothing more. rsie crossed her arms, her eyebrows furrowing. Youre making this harder than it needs to be, Robin.
I snorted. Youve lied to since the day we t, what did you expect?
To her credit, rsie had the decency to look ashad. Her sheepish embarrassnt appeared genuine, though she was such a good actress I doubted my own eyes. It took her a few seconds to recover her composure.
I wasnt lying about everything, rsie said, her voice weaker than before. I I truly did consider dropping my plans to follow you here.
But you didnt, I pointed out.
rsies retainer, Camilus, grunted and ca to his mistress rescue. With all due respect, Lord rchant, my lady planned her revenge for fifteen years, he said with a deep, dignified voice. That she even considered leaving it behind to elope with you gave pause.
I feel affection for you, Robin, but I have a duty to fulfill, rsie insisted with a sigh. While this might sound nave to you, I carried the hope we could start over here.
I shrugged. Not gonna lie, that idea sounds compromised.
Words were one thing and actions were another. I still liked rsie, mostly due to all our history, but it didnt change the fact she never truly trusted the way I did. She had a long way to go if she wanted to start over.
I understand, rsie said with that sa blank, emotionless expression she used to hide her true feelings. Many things have changed between us since we last t. We both have marks now.
And from what you say, we share a common enemy. I sipped my tea. Are the Knots responsible for the Goldport Massacre?
rsie nodded sharply, her gaze hardening.
House Salvadoreen had been the ruling family of Goldport, one of the richest cities in the Riverland Federation. Their dynasty of rchant princes went all the way back to the nations founding, when it seceded from the Everbright Empire. Though it fought on the other side of the independence war, House Salvadoreen kept strong and amicable ties with its forr holand.
Enough, in fact, that they beca a common shelter for exiled imperial nobles.
Nineteen years ago, a league of nobles launched a coup in the Everbright Empire over Emperor Juztinians senatorial reform, rsie explained. Since he couldnt send away half of his supporters, the emperor sent his children away to protect them from the following civil war.
Which was how Therese ended up in Archfrost in the first place, from what I gathered. House Salvadoreen took in the future Empress Isabel and financially supported her faction, I recounted. They always did bet on the right horse.
rsie nodded sharply. When the rebellion was crushed and a grateful Isabel ascended to the throne three years later, my family reached the apex of its power.
But when you reach the top of the world, the only way to go is down, I thought. House Salvadoreen had made enemies during the conflict, and fifteen years ago, they seized their chance to strike.
I will never forget that night, rsie whispered with an ugly look in her beautiful eyes. Her fingers twitched in barely-controlled fury. My father held a private party for my birthday. I was so shy back then that he only invited a handful of people. Our family and our closest friends.
I already knew how it turned out. The massacre was a well-known tragedy. You dont have to give all the ugly details, I tried to reassure her. I wont lie and say I can imagine
No, you cant, Robin, rsie cut in, her tone oozing with venom. You cant imagine watching your mothers severed head rolling at your feet, or your father nailed to a wall by a throwing knife, or your childhood playmate being eaten alive by a monster as if she were a snack. You cant imagine it.
I flinched at her words. The hate in rsies voice was cold like winters heart, yet so vivid and intense that it could almost taste its bitterness in the air. The sheer pressure coming off her reminded of Belgoroths berserk fla in all of its terror. My old friend carried a terrible wound in her heart, one that only festered with the years rather than heal.
Im I gulped. I didnt an to
The priests say the dead carry no grudge into the Soulforge, rsie interrupted with a cold, lifeless voice. Her hand gripped her cup so hard it started to crack. That their souls are wiped clean of sins so that they may enjoy a new peaceful life. But theyre wrong. The dead carry their pain to the other side too. Their suffering keeps them from resting. Ive seen it.
Fifteen years ago, an ard band broke into the Salvadoreens villa and slaughtered everyone inside. The slaughter was so atrocious, so sudden and unexpected, that it birthed a Blight. A curse not as dangerous as the one that threatened to swallow Snowdrift, but one that still lingered to this day.
The truth behind the massacre, let alone who ordered it, never ca to light. There were simply too many suspects and too few witnesses. No one understood how a group of killers could wipe out the Salvadoreens guards on their loneso and leave their mansion undetected. So suspected the Assassin was sohow summoned early, but no Assassin had ever left dismbered corpses and severed heads behind.
But since rsie ntioned a monster, I could guess who achieved that grueso feat.
Demons, I whispered. You were attacked by demons.
A few. rsie sneered in disgust. Most were just n. Greedy, heartless n.
rsie was right: I couldnt imagine what she went through. From what I heard, the killers left no survivors. In so cases, it took the investigators days to find all the victims lost body parts.
Camilus took to safety in a secret panic room, rsie whispered with a dark gaze. Her retainer straightened up, his eyes betraying his sorrow. One of my playmates She was a commoner around my age, a blonde too. The assassins mistook her for .
Im sorry, I said. After a monts hesitation, I put my hand on her own. Its awful.
I Her fingers grabbed mine and held on to them tightly. When the screams ended Camilus and I walked out of the panic room to find everyone dead.
She had been seven back then. Seven.
My family and retainers body parts were splattered everywhere but then they pulled themselves back and the blood grew faces screaming with their voices rsie turned toward the window, in the direction of the Gilded Wolf. My family is still trapped in that mansion, Robin. Their souls wont find rest.
Then she t my gaze, her eyes cold as ice.
Not until I kill every last one of them, she said with grim determination. All those murderers and fiends. None must survive.
rsie carried wounds as deep as the sea. I wish I knew which balm to use to soothe them, but I feared no word of comfort would do.
Im sorry, was all I could say.
I know, she answered softly, letting go of my hand. You understand now why I couldnt leave with you. I had a duty.
So many years, and she never gave away a hint. Sforza was involved, wasnt he?
rsie nodded curtly. We suspected him, and Duke Erline too. Thats why I joined the orphanage. We already knew they recruited children, so I stayed close and waited for my chance.
She infiltrated the enemy from the ground up, gathering intel and waiting for her ti as I did since she was a child. How did you remain undetected?
Camilus thought it best that I fake my death. So long as my familys killers believed gone, they wouldnt look for . So we secretly transferred the lions share of my familys assets to a web of false identities. She chuckled dryly. I like rsie the most.
I hope I gave you a few good mories, I said, trying to cheer her up a little.
Yes, you did. rsie snorted lightly. Except your cooking. You were terrible.
You said you loved my pasta. Had that been a lie too? From the way rsie smiled thinly at , yes, it had been.
I grabbed my cup, finishing my tea while mulling over everything rsie had told today. A heavy silence fell on the room, with neither of us willing to break it. Camilus stood beside his mistress like a living wall of stone.
Thats a lot to take in, I said. Im truly sorry for what you went through.
Her nod was curt, but thankful.
However. I gathered my breath. However, it doesnt change the fact youve lied to since the mont we t. I never held anything back from you. Why didnt you tell anything back?
I wanted to, but I could never bring myself to. Im sorry. rsie avoided my gaze. Its still difficult for to trust anyone except for Camilus. So of the people who ordered my familys massacre were friends. Or at least, my parents mistook them for friends.
I suppose I couldnt bla her for being careful but damn it, we had known each other for decades. I understood her motives, yet I still felt the sting of betrayal.
Were so of these so-called friends among Erlines nobility? I guessed.
Yes. rsie sneered and gestured at Camilus to bring more tea. They funded the attack so they could steal my houses businesses and trade routes. Imperial nobles opposed to the empress also contributed.
And they were part of the Knots? I asked while Camilus refueled my cup.
She shook her head. Most were dupes. They didnt know they funded a demonic cult rather than an assassin ring. Duke Erline, however, was one of their mbers. Sforza was in the process of being introduced to the organization.
So that was why he had a Devils Coin, I thought. I suspected Duke Erlines secret orgy gatherings were ant to cultivate associates and mbers of the cult. In spite of all the corruption I had uncovered in Erline, I clearly hadnt dug deep enough. What would you have done if you hadnt received the Assassins mark?
I told you. Poison. For most. rsie shrugged. I intended to torture the duke for information with a knife, but the sight of my mark alone frightened him enough for him to spill the beans.
And she said that with such casual detachnt too That wasnt her first ti killing, I guessed. She wouldnt have switched plans so swiftly within hours of gaining her power otherwise. She was an assassin before she beca the Assassin.
Thank you, Camilus, rsie thanked her retainer as he served her tea. Does the na Chastel ring any bells, Robin?
No.
Hes the one who led the assault on my familys ho. Your friend, Marika, she knows him well. That demon leaves pain and fear wherever he goes. rsie blew on her tea to cool it down. Hes an enforcer for the Knot of Wrath. Theyre the cults muscle.
I frowned at the ntion of Marika. Did rsie investigate my allies? No, most likely she just gathered information on all Knot-related activities. Since Marikas husband had joined with Belgoroths cult, Chastels na probably appeared sowhere in her case. I would ask her for details later.
rsie exchanged a glance with her retainer. Camilus brought a pile of docunts out of their travel bags and handed them to . After a monts hesitation, I quickly started reviewing them.
The scrolls contained an irregular collection of notes, investigator reports, intercepted letters, and even missives stolen from the Arcane Abbeys inquisition division. This pile of paper was more valuable than its weight in gold.
Heres what we gathered over the years, rsie explained as I read the docunts. There are seven Knots, each working under the patronage of a Demon Ancestor. The Knot of Greed gathers funds and funds the various cults. The Knot of Wrath kills their enemies. The Knot of Lust recruits new mbers and hunts down traitors. The Knot of Sloth creates monsters in the wilderness. The Knot of Gluttony hoards magical secrets. The Knot of Envy steals information and runs sabotage operations. And the Knot of Pride corrupts political institutions from within.
I felt like a child who had stumbled on a treasure trove. So of the letters belonged to imperial nobles involved in the Coup of 671 and the following civil war that shook the Everbright Empire. Others ntioned spies of the Knots at work in Irem and the Fire Islands.
Their web spans all of Pangeal, I thought grimly. Seven cults working in unison towards societys collapse. How long have they been in operation? I asked rsie. So of these papers go back decades.
Centuries for so. The Imperial Coup, the troubles in Archfrost, the civil war rsie sipped her tea, her gaze hard as stone. Theyve laid the groundwork for many of todays tragedies.
Why havent you given this to the Arcane Abbey? These docunts were better off shared with the world rather than kept in a bag.
I do not trust the Abbey. The Knots have infiltrated them, though to what degree I cannot say. rsie joined her hands. I believe the Fatebinder is keeping secrets from us. From everyone in the world.
I share your suspicions. Preventing the Demon Ancestors from gathering more essence couldnt explain everything Id learned so far. From the way the Knots call us false heroes and the difficulties in gathering information on our powers, the Arcane Abbey is clearly withholding information.
rsie took the docunts from and started flipping their pages. Robin, what I am about to share with you is sothing very few people are aware of. She locked eyes with . You have to swear to you will keep it to yourself, or only share it with people you absolutely trust with your life.
Her tone gave pause, but I offered a short nod all the sa.
rsie drew a sheet from the pile of docunts. It was small, no larger than my hand. A simple piece of paper with a single symbol drawn on it.
This is the mark of Daltia, the Devil of Greed, rsie explained. Her Knot uses it as a symbol.
Daltia. I had heard that na spoken by Belgoroth when he first manifested. I studied the drawing, which represented a golden coin with a red-eyed skull at its center.
Doesnt it look familiar? rsie asked .
Its a Devils Coin, I replied. My old fla responded with a smirk. Wrong answer?
She picked another piece of paper from the pile, representing another symbol: a flaming claymore which I imdiately recognized.
This is the mark of Belgoroth, the Lord of Wrath, rsie said, before providing a third drawing. And this is the mark of Belsara, the Beast of Sloth.
Belsaras symbol represented five animal heads forming a circle: a lion, a ram, a hawk, a wolf, and a dragon. The mark felt familiar, but it was only when I reviewed the other two that it all fell into place.
Could it be? I removed my glove and stared at my mark. Maybe rsie
rsie interrupted with a sly laugh. She moved her hand and a deck of cards suddenly appeared in her palm. What a show-off.
Of the many card gas of Pangeal, none were older nor more respected than Fatebinding. A standard deck was made of seventy-eight cards; four suites of fourteen cards dedicated to the four artifacts, and a set of twenty-two cards that each represented a heros class.
Besides being a perennial favorite of ga tables and gambling dens everywhere, Fatebinding was also used by fortune-tellers and conn to divine the future. I never put too much thought into the practiceI believed the future was ours to buildbut rsie loved to do readings. It was how I learned to morize the marks.
The heroes were assembled in a sequence that started with the Wanderer at zero and ended with the Fatebinder at twenty-one. rsie drew three cards and laid them on the table, right next to the demonic marks.
The Knight, a bastard sword topped by the Erebian nural for eleven.
The Ranger, numbered seventeen, is represented by three animal heads in a circle: the lion, the ram, and the snake.
And my own rchant mark, a golden coin with the number fifteen.
There were differences between the heroes marks and those of the Demon Ancestors. The Knights sword was smaller than Belgoroths and lacked its fiery aura; my own coin symbol didnt have a skull on its surface; and the Beast of Sloth possessed two more heads than the Rangers symbol. But I couldnt deny the resemblance.
That doesnt prove much, I said half-heartedly, trying to find a rational explanation. The Seven Great Classes were bestowed upon us by the Goddess to fight the Demon Ancestors. According to the legends, each of the core seven was made to oppose one of them specifically; with the Vassals to help them.
rsie shrugged. Thats what the Arcane Abbey says.
I scowled at the demonic marks. But not what the Knots believe in.
No. rsie shook her head, before choosing her words carefully. From what Ive learned, the Knots do not deny the Goddess at all. In fact, they believe the Demon Ancestors are her true chosen. The very firstand onlyheroes of Pangeal, who will one day return to forge the world anew.
Mass murder and trying to destroy cities doesnt scream heroic deeds to . My mind wandered back to Belgoroths all-consuming fla and its decidedly unfriendly influence on its victims. Still, a good investigator never dismissed information out of hand.What are we then, if not heroes?
Fakes and frauds, who betrayed the true heroes and cast the world into chaos. rsie flipped another card from the deck between her deft fingers: the Fatebinder, numbered twenty-one and represented by the world itself. I believed it was rubbish, but when I told the Wanderer, she told Lysandra Alexios asked not to ntion the demon marks.
Even to us? rsies nod barely surprised . So Colmar was right. The Fatebinder is trying to hide details from us. Information that could help us better fight the Demon Ancestors.
Why do people in power lie? rsie asked, though she didnt wait for an answer. Because they have sothing to lose if the truth cos out.
I had to agree. It would make sense that the Fatebinder remain tight-lipped with most, since knowledge of the Demon Ancestors could empower them. But we werent most people. We were divinely appointed champions expected to save the world.
Or at least, I hoped we were. What else do you know?
Not much, rsie admitted. The orders secrets are only revealed to an inner circle among the Knots, who are almost all demons. Duke Erline himself was only a subordinate in the Knot of Greeds hierarchy.
If one of the most powerful n in the Riverland Federation was considered a low-ranking mber, were the cults leaders princes and emperors? Though I supposed the Knots hierarchy might not reflect the power its mbers wielded in public society.
Does the na Florence of Arcadia ring a bell to you? I asked her.
I took rsies frown as a no. Why?
Shes suspected of poisoning the count and being a mber of the Knot of Wrath. Maybe one of its leaders.
rsie crossed her arms and thought it over for a while. According to our investigations, Chastel and the Knot of Wrath answer to a woman going by the nickna of Mother Wolf. It could be her codena.
Could be, I conceded. Is that why you ca to Archfrost? To track her and Chastel down?
More than them. I interrogated Duke Erline before finishing him off. From her tone, I could guess that interrogation involved a healthy dose of threats and violence. He inford that the Knot of Greeds leader has infiltrated Archfrosts governnt.
Now that might be a problem. Co to think of it, Fenrivos received his slaves from all over Archfrost; while his tavern worked to ship human at across Pangeal, we couldnt identify his core suppliers. The presence of a cultist in Archfrosts governnt would explain how that slave ring went undiscovered, not to ntion all of the countrys political troubles.
rsie said they were involved with the civil war, I thought. But on which side of the fence?The crown? The rebels? Or both?
Could you learn their identity? I asked.
No, rsie conceded. Knot cells almost always exchange information through interdiaries to avoid compromising the greater organization.
The Inquisitor will soon visit Snowdrift, I inford her. As will Prince Roland.
rsie welcod the information with a blank face and a flicker in her eyes. Good, she said. The Knight will make for good bait.
Sothing in her tone bothered . Let be perfectly clear, rsie, I said, stressing her fake na. Were not putting the crown prince of Archfrost in unnecessary danger.
Her head tilted to the side. We cannot untie the Knots without taking a few risks.
Im willing to risk my life alright, I replied. But not those of others.
She scoffed. Prince Roland is the Knight. He wont be in any danger whatsoever.
He might be unmatched in battle, but would his powers protect him from a cup of poison? Im not so sure. If the Knots could operate right under our nose in Snowdrift, they might have infiltrated the princes staff already. Clearly our enemies have spent considerable ti and resources destabilizing Archfrost. The country is barely hanging by a thread, and Rolands death would send it tumbling down into the abyss.
True, rsie replied with a shrug. But I believe youre underestimating Roland.
Neither of us can tell until weve t him, I pointed out. Promise you wont do anything reckless.
I am never reckless.
Then promise it to . I crossed my arms and held my ground. Right now.
Once again rsies expression showed no hint of her true feelings. I could warrant a guess. She had been willing to murder dozens of nobles a scant few hours after her mark appeared on her flesh. I doubted all of Duke Erlines guests were involved in her familys demise, which ant she was comfortable with collateral damage. Not to ntion all the lies she had surrounded herself with.
Even if rsie had her reasons and worked towards a positive goal, her thods made uneasy.
I promise I will try to make too much trouble for you or your allies, she finally said. But I will act if I feel I must. Im sorry.
I shrugged. No, you arent.
I am, rsie insisted. Youve seen what the likes of Sforza can get away with. Do you truly think you can take them all down without dirtying your hands?
No, I conceded. But if you dirty yourself too much, youll start stinking as much as your target.
It drew a chuckle from her. You always had a way with words, but you can be so nave sotis. rsie looked away. You would never have agreed to what I had in mind.
Perhaps not. I shrugged. It wouldnt have hurt for you to tell though.
rsies lips twitched for a second. I had struck a nerve, enough that she avoided the subject. You truly believe you can help this city? she asked . Put it back on the right path?
I do. I put my hands behind the back of my head and relaxed a bit. You know . Im good with money.
To my astonishnt, rsie appeared a little skeptical. Youre good at making money, Robin, but youre also carelessly generous.
I squinted at her, suddenly a little annoyed. What is that supposed to an?
How much did you save up over the years you spent working for Sforza? Hundreds? rsie dared to wink at . While you earned thousands over the years.
Was she judging my money-managent skills? Mine? Purchasing poison, horse relays, and an international boat trip through interdiaries that wouldnt rat out to Sforza were quite expensive.
But you could have saved up more, rsie insisted. You gave away too much to others. Myself included.
Money is like blood. Its got to circulate to keep the body we call society alive. Gold buried underground in tombs and vaults served no one; not even the dead. I intended to get rich, but there was a difference between having enough wealth to fulfill your dreams and finding only pleasure in adding one more zero to a bank account. Yeah, maybe I spent more on beggars and friends than my own person, but I dont regret any of it.
I raised my empty cup. Especially not the money I spent on our dates.
We had fun. For once, rsies smile appeared genuine. I do wonder how a man like you managed to survive Erline and Sforza.
I raised an eyebrow. I cannot tell if that is a complint or a criticism.
A complint, rsie replied, her eyes studying as if I were so exotic beast from a faraway land. Im perplexed. Youre ambitious, but not even Sforza managed to chip away at your morals.
Easy. Its because I had morals that I survived Erline. I had been planning to expose the citys corruption for years after all. Ambition does not translate to a lack of scruples or being corruptible.
I doubt that. rsie winked at . Im glad youre an exception to the rule though.
Thats quite the cynical take on life, I said.
Thats the world we live in, rsie replied before rising from her seat. Her retainer imdiately moved to recover the docunts and seize her travel bags. Im going to rent a room in Snowdrift for the next few weeks.
I would avoid the Gilded Wolf if I were you, I replied. That establishnt does not et our health regulations.
Im thinking of another inn on the north bank. rsie put a hand on her waist. Youre welco to drop by anyti.
I smiled thinly. As a friend?
Was that a flash of disappointnt I caught in her eyes? If you want.
She truly did wish to give our relationship another go. The realization made feel a tiny bit guilty. Too bad, that ship has probably sailed.
The truth was, while I liked rsie and was willing to keep her as a friend, I had enough self-respect not to date soone who had lied to for years. I was looking towards a healthy relationship built on solid foundations rather than sand and nostalgia.
Perhaps we could still have so fun. As friends. With clear boundaries and no expectations.
Damn it, the more I thought of it, the more it sounded like a bad idea.
Well stay in touch on how to deal with the Knots, rsie said as I led her and her retainer back to my doors threshold. Or investnts.
I raised an eyebrow. You want to contribute to Snowdrifts renovations?
Perhaps, if your plan makes sense to . After a monts hesitation, she kissed on the cheek. Her touch sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine. Its good to see you again, Robin.
Sa. In spite of all the deceit, we had our good tis too. I tried to focus on rembering the happy monts we shared rather than what she hid from . Take care, rsie.
rsie waved goodbye, her silent retainer following her like a shadow. I watched them take a turn down the next alley, and then they were gone.
What am I going to do with them? I muttered to myself. I had been looking forward to rsies return once, but now she slled of trouble. The Assassin, the Inquisitor, the Knight, the Artisan, the Monk, the Alchemist, and the rchant quite the motley crew.
A third of the heroes would soon find themselves in Snowdrift. The city would beco a powder keg.
And I needed to prepare for the coming explosion.
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