Percy knew Sam would come. It was something in the way they were, the invitation for something that would grow to be bloody, or fulfilling in some other way. Either result had its own benefits for Sam, and he more than knew it. But as the clock in the hotel room clicked on by, Percy flicked through the telly's channels with little amusement
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"What is it you want?"
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"First we should find a prize, no? What sort of game has no prize."
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At least partly, really, because Sam's persnickity that way.
"What sort of other prize would you like?"
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