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“The knife; tool of the Thief, Skeben. I believe this is a mark of the prisoner’s guilt.” There was a howl of “no!” from the prisoner. For the first time, Minister Terell smiled. “The last rune,” Alexa said, louder. The disc had a simple circle with a dot at its heart. “It’s a mark of the world and the path. What ends will begin anew.”

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