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D’Aprile’s Fools A Tale by Michael DeAngelo Chapter Two: Refuge in Revenge His muscles ached, a painful reminder of the hours he’d spent in his hole, avoiding the scrutiny of the Ebon Hammer. Frederic hadn’t encountered any more of the mercenaries while he rested behind the bridge’s pier, but he reminded himself repeatedly […]