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Arthur knew he had missed something important only he didn’t know what. He had asked his serving boy, the cook and the guard who sometimes accompanied him when he went to the market. None of them knew.
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The first time he saw Nairobi, he walked into a horse. He was lucky it was only the horse’s flank and the groom was right there to take control of the animal. He didn’t appreciate just how close he had come to getting his head bashed in by the horse’s hooves. He didn’t think he
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The last time Arthur Chubs wore such fine clothes was almost sixteen years ago, when he had been at the peak of his career. The yellow vest looked rather fetching with his fair complexion and hid the paunch of his years. All the travelling and hardships he had endured had done nothing to deflate that
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A lone woman sat on a rock facing the rough sea. Her clothes told the story of her rank and status. She was a noblewoman, but also a warrior. The dress that she wore was a rich velvet but it was practical to the point of being severe. Her face though told the story of
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Mr. Chubs had decided to give his personality an overhaul when he moved on from the Tully debacle. Whatever Tully had said, instead of pushing him into the bowels of despair, had lifted him out of the rut he had made for himself. And once his self-respect had risen, he hadn’t been able to squash
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It was hard, but Mr. Chubs forced his eyes to open. It took a surprising amount of coaxing for them to cooperate. He grimaced. He was too old to be getting blind drunk, he scolded himself. The sun that was falling right on his face was not helping matters so he heaved himself on his
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It had taken a surprising amount of strength, and number of people, to transfer Mr. Chubs from the tavern to their room. It was a good thing that when Tully’s father had withdrawn his purse, he hadn’t thought to withdraw his bodyguards. Between the three of them and another two who were at least half
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