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... en boiled alive and left to simmer in his own rage. When he opened his mouth, what came out wasn’t so much speech as a barrage—angry shouts strung together with profanity so inventive they probably violated several unspoken decency accords and sent at least three nearby nobles into synchronized pearl-clutching fits.
"You—you fucking bastard!" he shrieked, spittle flying in dramatic arcs that caught the magical lighting and sparkled in a way I resented on principle. "You worthless, cock-s ...
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