I’m six hundred and forty-eight years old, John! I should have never seduced a young boy, let alone expected him to keep my secrets for me. God, we suck. You are my slave—and such you shall continue. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. . " "Did I hear you aright?" asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness.
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