The two longboats that had been pulled up to the pier had been holed, sunk into the water. Beyond the horizon a dead crew lay about on a ship that floated with the tide, its members never tasting the poison that had been left in their food. The retainers stacking boxes in the house that Lord Ibraim had appropriated never heard the sword that struck them down from behind.
Bottles identical to the one already found far to the southeast floated in the current, carrying damning evidence.
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