| Word spread through the countryside like the whisper of the wind through the branches of the trees: he’s back.
The prodigal son had returned.
But that was one of the few things the rumors could agree upon. Some claimed he was a changed man—ready, finally, to shoulder the responsibilities that he had shirked for so many years. Others claimed that any apparent changes were merely a ruse—once a ne’er do well, always a ne’er do well. And the new duke… |
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