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. Surely it was all her fault. But for once
blame seemed less important to Pitrick than the fact that
Perian was dead, beyond his sphere of domination. He
would never possess her, never see her shivering at his feet
as Legaer did. And never was a long, long time.
Just then the servant stole into the room with another
mug of spirits. The disfigured dwarf treasured these times of
meditation, strove to lengthen them with drink, because
only then did the persecution of logic cease. Afterward...
the old pleasures always returned with vigor.
Legaer quickly placed the mug under his master's hand,
careful not to disturb the trance nor to signal his activity in
any way.
But Pitrick did sense his loathsome harrnservant's pres-
ence, and it gave him an idea. A brilliantly heinous idea. His
hand flew out to grab the petrified servant by the throat.
Mushale heightened Pitrick's strength, and he easily lifted
the dwarf off the ground, as easily as if he were a bug.
"Perhaps there is still a way to get Perian back. Yes! I have
the solution. And she could be my servant. Of course, that
position is already filled
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