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In return," continued Dactylos, without much apparent hope, "you would set me free, and refrain from chopping off any appendages. I require no treasure."
"Ah, yes. I in the entire square (save for the buzzing of a few expectant flies) as his silver hand came up, very slowly, and fingered the arrowhead.
Dactylos grunted.
"Sloppy workmanship," he said, and toppled backwards.
The Arch-astronomer prodded the body with his toe, and sighed.recall now." The old man raised a blueveined hand, and added, "I lied."There was the merest whisper of sound, and the goldeneyed man rocked on his feet. Then he looked down at the arrowhead protruding from his chest, and nodded wearily. A speck of blood bloomed on his lips.There was no sound
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