"You didn't, did you? Is that so? Well, then, let me spare you of it!" A smirk disfigures Octavia's face — or

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"You didn't, did you? Is that so? Well, then, let me spare you of it!" A smirk disfigures Octavia's face — or maybe rather a grimace of pain. She tears an oil lamp from the wall and hurls it to the floor.

SpeakerOctavia

"You didn't, did you? Is that so? Well, then, let me spare you of it!" A smirk… — Kingmaker