Abram Carter's vicious smile settled deeper into the weather-worn lines around his mouth, his shoulders loosening with a slow, toxic ease. "You've almost solved it, boy," he rasped, tilting his head back slightly to gauge the room's reaction.Nobody answered his boastful tone. The heavy words lingered beneath the vaulted cedar rafters like smoke, while the fire cracked softly behind the western table, spitting a lone amber spark onto the masonry. The recorder's pen hovered motionless above the ledger again, a fresh bead of black ink swelling at its fine tip as her wrist trembled.Abram rested both of his thick, calloused hands heavily on the carved wolf-head of his wooden cane, leaning his full weight forward. "But none of it actually matters now," he declared, his voice cutting cleanly through the damp air.Takoda's expression remained a perfectly unreadable mask, his jaw locked tight. "No?" he murmured.Abram shook his head slowly, a cold glint appearing in his amber eyes. "History
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