ship and be alone in the silent abyss stretching on into eternity around them. It was soothing. And it was this rare skill that made it so he might still be useful…if he even wanted to go back to work.

Dyaröchus was the one born with both the looks and the brains. That made him a good leader. A great Commander. Łedzidše was fine just being a consigliere. It suited him fine. He never had any further ambitions. Łedzidše didn’t have any particular mental handicap, as sometimes happened to people with DÄ­z, but he was no genius. Only smart enough to know when to shut up and how to follow orders. And to follow them well.

Łedzidše sighed, lifting the glass of foul-smelling spirits to his lips and drinking again. The alcohol swimming around his head helped dull...

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