Chapter Twenty-Five

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You think I’m playing at some game? You think iron will keep you safe? Hear my words, manling. Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath. Listen. You cannot hurt me. You cannot run or hide. In this I will not be defied.

                                                                                        Patrick Rothfuss
~The Name of the Wind~

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