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He suddenly wished he were elsewhere, anywhere or better yet, someone else entirely. A simple man doing simple things. A cobbler, maybe. Cobblers rarely, if ever, made enemies of vengeful immortals, or so he figured.

Of course he'd always imagined mounting Blackheart in a place of honour above the hearth, but he could find something else to put there instead. A painting, maybe. Or a stag's head. Who didn't enjoy the glassy stare of a severed animal's head gazing down at them as they ate supper?