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“Will Sefi strike before the vote?”

“I doubt it We’ve gained half the Silvers today, but in a lower “To Sunhall Looks like the Goblin has made a new mess”

THE CHIEF ASSASSIN OF the Syndicate is dead The Duke of Heads’ cranium has replaced that of a neo-Rococo mermaid who endures the unwanted attention of a particularly iate satyr The pool beneath is brackish with blood Scarlet frogs hop along the lip of the fountain I ahly repulsed

Bravo, Sevro You’ve outdone yourself Your wrath is so legendary

In my private office off Sunhall in the Citadel, I chew the inside of ators sent it froo With Daxothe vote hunt, I have precious time to spare to search for evidence they missed, just no time at all for my untouched dinner

The arch-assassin for the Syndicate was a Gray ether at the ends by two platinu neck, before it was severed by a razor Ae, I find minor imperfections in the cut Sevro’s razor He’s the only Hoho uses a serrated blade Doesn’t e is so sharp, but he thinks it looks scarier He’s right

Little else remains of the Duke’s body The carnivorous fish in the pool beloere as thorough as my tax collectors should be All that remains is his skeleton, and the hook that lowered him What a waste of a chance If Sevro finds the Duke of Hands before I do and does this, then I fear ill never find who is truly behind this

Since he snuck onto this ht the horrors he learned on the front lines fighting the Fear Knight to the pried to cover h

To make matters worse, he’s in lonewolf protocol No contact until the mission is co hiht hundred Syndicate thorns, seven narcotics-processing facilities, sixteen minor nobles, a duke, and a duchess, but no Queen It has cost him far more Three Howlers, three weeks of precious time, the attention of the Republic Warden, and a declaration of war by the Syndicate Queen

Gruesoes nailed to walls, headless bodies sitting around an equally offensive topaz table, corpses in the atriureen ars A freelancer coion Grays Mercenaries A predictable but frustrating escalation

Unable to stop him on her own, the Queen of the S

yndicate has turned to the free

The highest-priced contract in the history of the war hangs over Sevro’s head It is sufficient to draw every bounty hunter, hitreatest private manhunt in a century

A sers on ill clai Death will fall from a quietor a DNA-seeking hunterkiller drone And then one

He should be on Mars with Victra, or Mercury with Darrow, or working with e worth that much to you, Victra?