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... darkest corners, secrets thrived. The merchants had no intention of seeking out common assassins or mercenaries. They needed something more.
Something lethal.
Something with no weaknesses.
For weeks, they whispered in the right ears, let gold pass into the hands of men who dealt in hushed voices and fear. They made careful inquiries, using coded language to avoid drawing the attention of the coroner in Novigrad.
Hubert Rejk.
This man was an enigma to ever ...
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