The whispers are getting louder. The haunt me in my sleep. They mock me, taunt me. They tell me lies, or at least I think they’re lies. I’m not sure anymore. Perhaps I should tell Sparta. That little man is a mountain of loyalty and common sense. He might believe me... |
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