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- The king weighed the cloth pouch with one hand. “How many men were sacrificed to make these?”
- Maria sighed. “None, my lord. It is simply a variety of bread mold.”
- The king reached up to clasp her shoulder. “My hands are already covered in blood. You do not need to preserve my conscience, although I appreciate the gesture. How many men were sacrificed?”
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