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[malleusveritatis]

The dead cannot hide the truth.

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[long_range]

[Forgiven with all the importance and concentration of breathing; he seems particularly unmoved by the jolt and resultant snap of the other man. There's a slow smile brewing on his face, though, and he leans ever-further over his branch, coat rustling over his tunic.]

Miss Dempsey? [We're losing the smile, now, as he turns thoughtful.] Now what's all this about? Who's been killed in my woods?