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Mathin read his wife’s latest letter, and then sat in silence before the fire in the banquet hall.

This might be difficult.

He took a long drink of his wine, smiling without humor. His wife had a gift for understatement.

Thought you needed to know…

Had he? Had he really? He crumpled the edge of the letter in his fist and then tossed it aside. For most of his life, he hadn’t known about these strangers spawned of his father’s madness. No doubt they were content to keep it that way as well. What did his wife think, that the three of them could take up friendly relations as easily a