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. It was true that Perian's
ruddy skin and auburn hair were slightly unusual for a full-
blooded derro. It was equally true that the House Guard of
the Theiwar required its members to be racially pure. Perian
dreaded the day Pitrick would use his information as the ul-
timate blackmail. Perian had no way to confirm her circum-
stances of birth. But she had to admit the sample of her
mother's handwriting was genuine and, as the rank of cap-
tain loomed before her, this information had placed her in
Pitrick's power. So far, she had always managed to call the
adviser's bluff without goading him into action, but he was
too unstable and dangerous to be taken for granted.
Many times Perian had wondered whether her father was
naturally distant, or whether he had suspected the truth.
She wished her mother had never written those letters, had
not been so foolish, just as she often pondered how power-
ful an emotion love could be, to make someone like her
mother risk everything.
Eventually she reached the lift that would take her into
the noble's quarters, high in the upper level of the city
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