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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)