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Silas stood “You ride his horse for now We’ll give it to a farm on the outskirts of the city”

“We’re going back to Sevens Helm?”

“Yes, but not for long”

Silas returned to Favian, knelt, and sliced open the blood-soaked shirt, revealing the scar of the wound that should have ended the bastard all those years ago He ran the blade delicately along Favian’s belly, the skin peeling away to expose the intestines “Just in case”

The birds that circled above would do the rest

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Silas watched Mara – clean fro like he’s at the Shadow Castle, et him to stop

Silas pushed his own half-eaten bowl across the table, his appetite still nowhere near what it used to be, and took a sip of ale

“You don’t want it?” Mara asked

“Go ahead, you look hungry”

Mara didn’t wait to be told twice

“You look good You’ve put on weight”

Mara didn’t look up froed

“And the training, hoas it?”

Mara drank from the bowl then pushed it away “Why did you take me there?”