(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

And Soego's throat sounded a hoarse moan, as he felt tender red lips
brushing his cheek.
"WE OFFER YOU THE MEMORY OF HER TOUCH."
"I am still quite fond of roses..."
"WE OFFER YOU THE DREAM OF HER LOVE."
The slightest scent of roses filled the air. It was something Soego hadn't
known he'd missed all these years. The scent conjured her smile, brought
back the memory of those silver-blue eyes and her laughter like the song of
silver bells.
Many-as-One knew Soego's answer even before he did, "AND SO OUR
COMPACT IS MADE."
Chapter 36
"Did you know Soego's a cranium rat spy?"
Hargrimm drew close to me, smelling of dust and moldering cloth. "What is
this thou speakest of? What proof hast thou that Soego runs with the brain
vermin?"
"There's proof in his quarters, his journal. The entries aren't very coherent
or legible, but from what I could gather he was bitten, became infected with
lycanthropy, and ended up transforming into a wererat and killing a friend in
the Mortuary. For some reason he made a pact with Many-As-One to spy on
or kill the Silent King."
Hargrimm's voice was stern, but an undercurrent of skepticism ran through
it. "We shall see; I shall gather Soego and speak to him of this matter within
his chambers. Should this be true, I shall owe thee thanks."
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