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“Sit.” Mefan gestured toward a large pillow on the floor. A small table stood in front of him. As he sat down, he picked up a small cup and drank from it. I wasn’t sure if it was tea or alcohol. The smell was unfamiliar, perhaps masked by the burning sage filling the room.
I slowly took my seat. My men had stayed outside. Mefan had only invited me. Tylon, meanwhile, was placed a little further away, standing between two assassins dressed in black from head to toe, their faces covered except for their eyes.
“Now, tell me why you’ve come. Only desperation would make you come without an invitation, unless you truly wish to die. Or do you wish for someone else to die?” Mefan asked.
I looked at the man before me. His eyes were so dark, as if I were staring into a pitch-black hole le
