Trading in secrets, trading in lies, operating on the fringes are all the Spymaster knows. His lost passions, lost loves are all gone, crushed under his own duty and loyalty to the crown. Nothing is left, nothing but the pain. Pain is an apt tutor and tool and one in which the void knows intimately. Return my mask if you dare to feel the many forms pain can take.
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