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Confession
Simon ran his fingers through his hair and paced the length of his sitting room. His own people stayed well clear, knowing how agitated he was. He paused, looking out the windows over the city; he could just see the outline of palace in the distance. Normally the view over the city calmed him, but tonight it had no effect. It hadn’t since he’d discovered the truth about the so-called Scholar Clements.
He stared at the distant palace, and with a frustrated growl he pulled the veil to him, moving along the veiled paths in that direction. He swore explosively, aware there was no one around to hear him.
Damn you, Kevin!
He’d spent the intervening years building up a life for himself. He was no one’s saviour—he was self-aware enough to know he never had been—but he wasn’t evi
