”Roland took a deep breath. “Gods damn you!” Renfrew cried. Roland found himself already beginning to wonder if he—or it—had been there in the first place. But it wasn’t the ragman.
More laughter from the Mayor’s party; Rimer had leaned over from the next table, where he was presiding, to contribute some witticism. Do you understand?”“It made you blind. And likely already seeing where this was going. It had hurt him, too—not Roland’s anger itself, exactly, but the contempt with which it had been laced.
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