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Post by Maester Percival on Jan 18, 2017 2:49:20 GMT
"Well I am sure your letter was received with joy. My parents like to pretend that I am long dead. And to be honest I do not mind that. We never got on properly." Percival replied. He snorted, "And there has been times when Belric has made me think of my father." His hand idly raised to the broken jaw that had never quite healed.
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