No rest for the wicked

[Ezekiel de le Poer]

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The pair began to cross towards the mansion, and Ezekiel moved with a speed oblivious to the rain. By the time they reached the covered porch his outer coat was soaked through, but the thick double-layer protected his skin from feeling anything more than a slight coolness. Amber eyes took in the rain behind them with indifference, though he was glad for it.

“The ranks here are dynamic,” he began, pausing to allow her to enter the building before him. “We’ve broken them into tiers best suited to skills, like spying, or fighting....” and he went on, explaining this and the rules in place for the clan while walking the painted lady through the Mansion’s baroque halls and decaying beauty.

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