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Lord Feroci slammed the desk with his fists. “I didn’t send
you on a fool’s errand, Barat.” He clenched his teeth as he glared at the
missive opened before him. “Aye, sir.
I cannot help that others are the fools.”
Feroci released his anger in a growl. Barat stood patiently, his arms
crossed.
(Protecting the Poor, Tales of Faith, book 3)
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