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I tried to convince myself he was making it up. Even when he stopped delivering gas, I pretended it had nothing to do with the ogre king…”

Hobgoblin trailed off. The Huntress kept her masked eyes fixed firmly on him. Hobgoblin looked away. Then, with a wince, he asked: “Is it really that bad in Rancidia?”

“Yes, Hobgoblin,” she said. “Everything you’ve heard is true. Fiddlefart has destroyed a beauti-ful democracy. That reality doesn’t change, even when you stick your head in the muck and ignore it. Wishing it isn’t real doesn’t make it go away—it just means you’ll be next on his scrub list. And guess what? You’re next.”

“But I’m just a bean farmer,” Hobgoblin