[ —good. even if it was a small world and yes, word could get out so easily from other parties, at least . . . it wasn’t from him. relief rests in his breathing and he dips his head to mutter a quiet thank you, despite being waved off.
he told him what happened. he saw the mark. was there something else—? something told falco that there was, but it was the sort of thing that sparked apprehension in his gut. people usually save the bad news for last. ]
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he told him what happened. he saw the mark. was there something else—? something told falco that there was, but it was the sort of thing that sparked apprehension in his gut. people usually save the bad news for last. ]
So . . . What happens now?