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His mouth quirked. ‘Because they fear what I know, and they misunderstand my purpose. I am a man of honour, and we never speak to the living; we only whisper to the dead.’
He let out a long breath, his gaze fixed on me.
‘You gun skills, you said your father taught you?’
I cringed, unwilling to go into my family’s dark secrets. ‘He was in the military,’ was all I offered, which was the truth.
