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There were folks in town who had begun calling the Affiliation brats Little Coffin Hunters. Oy flattened his ears against his skull. It was so damned womanly, somehow. “We planned no murders,” Susan said, drawing—if only in her own mind—a line of difference between the killings at Mayor’s House and the trap they had hoped to spring on Farson’s soldiers.

“Extra colors for your penny. “Roland?”“Hmmm?” Like a man half-awakened from some deep sleep. “THESE MAY SEEM LIKE INTERESTING TRAITS TO YOU, BUT THEY ARE NOT TO ME. He looked back at Susan, fully awake now.