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"Glade too?" he asked, foot tapping almost rapidly.   "I'm afraid so, sir," she said. "I didn't find the body, but it seems quite certain. They would never miss a show."   "Tch." He crossed his arms. "Is Sialess done yet?"   "Soon, they say. They've promised only the best quality, and they say that takes time."   "Go to Melykka, then. See that she's on guard. Mortals take encouragement from success. They won't stop when they've just had victory."   She bowed. "Yes, sir." She spun on her heel and left the room.


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