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Is it true?
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That he perished by your sword?
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He loved you as a brother.
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He's not going to take this loss well.
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And who can fucking blame him?
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Calavius slaughters my stock at the whim of his maggot
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shits upon my ambitions
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mocking me in my own house.
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No not a loss to be taken fucking well.
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But one that will be answered in kind.
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Out.
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He is a magistrate.