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“The girl who was here two days ago, where is she?” Jarok asked.
The maid behind the bar quivered, her aging face white as she stared up at him. “I can’t imagine who you’re mean, sir.”
Of course, she was lying. She was the same one who’d hurried the girl away when he came in. He could make the woman talk, force her to tell him where—and who—the girl was…
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