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

Kester's copy was carefully-folded and well-pressed, as if he stored it in the
pages of a book. There was nothing else to be gleaned from this copy, neat
as it was, but I needed no other information from this.
Just leverage from holding the original pages of the will.
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"Have yeh made up yer mind yet?" Crumplepunch grumbled, pulling a
white-hot ingot from the coals.
"The two of you should split the money from the two businesses down the
middle. It's clear that your father wanted it this way." With everyone vying
for an advantage in Curst, even the mayor would've been too preoccupied
with intrigue and advantage to mediate and declare the fairest solution.
"Yeh mean split the proceeds from both businesses, aye? In that case, I'm in
favor of it. Yeh done me a good turn, friend. Yeh ever need quality metal
work done, yeh come here."
Kester wasn't quite so happy about the good news when I told him.
He sputtered, "But... but... that's just... but... All right. I accepted your word
on this. Just don't expect any good treatment from me on this. Get out of
my shop." He tossed over a bag of coins, a sour expression on his face. "I
promised you this, and you'll have it. Take it."
Jerk.
Chapter 94
Kitla sighed sourly when I told her of how I'd resolved the issue. "Thanks for
solving this thing, but... look, I have a lot of planning to do. Let me just give
you the Key and we'll call it even, all right?"
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