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Logen’s hand went to the Maker’s sword. The grip was cold. It always was. Ferro was already on her feet, knife reversed, a whisper of movement where there’d been a statue a heartbeat before.

Ferro snorted. Glokta laughed—a wet, joyless sound.

A twig snapped in the dark.

The mud had a name, but Logen Ninefingers couldn’t remember it. Didn’t matter. Mud was mud. It sucked at his boots, it splattered his coat, and if you fell in it face-first, it drowned you just the same as any other.

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“I overtook you. There’s a difference. You move like a glacier with a grudge.” Glokta lowered himself onto a rock with a symphony of grunts. “The Arch Lector sends his regards. And a message. The Seed isn’t in the tomb. It never was. We’ve been chasing a ghost while the real prize walks into Adua wearing a different face.”

But he said it with a sliver of respect. In the Circle of the World, that was as close to love as you ever got. Logen’s hand went to the Maker’s sword

“Better to do a thing,” he whispered to no one, “than to live with the fear of it.”

“You do.” Now she looked up. Her eyes were yellow slits, the color of old hatred. “Like a pig with a stone in its throat.” Ferro was already on her feet, knife reversed,

“I’m admiring,” said Logen. “There’s a difference.”

Logen almost smiled. Almost. His face had forgotten how, years ago. Instead, he worked a piece of gristle from between his teeth with a dirty fingernail. “You ever think,” he said, “that maybe the Magi sent us this way just to watch us fail?”