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- He raised himself up to get a better look, glancing cautiously over at the
- wagon. To his surprise, the Whaler—the actual Whaler—had gone.
- Corvo ducked around a pillar, careful to keep himself in the shadows as
- he cast his gaze around the square. The other men continued digging,
- oblivious to the fact that their leader had gone—but where?
- He had a good view of the wagon, and the Whaler wasn’t anywhere near
- it. He wasn’t walking back toward the cemetery gates either. There was
- plenty of cover beyond, but the space between the gates and the wagon was
- open and well lit by the moon.
- There was a sound from behind Corvo.
- Infinitesimally small.
- A tick, a click, metal on metal.
- The sound of a switchblade.
- Corvo spun around. Impossibly, the Whaler was standing behind him on
- the balcony, knife in one hand, the other outstretched, fingers splayed.
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