Cedric massaged his temples, a headache growing in size and strength as he witnessed this latest exercise in his master’s apparent madness. “A *son*?” he asked, staring at Phobos as if he had grown another head. “Dare I asked what possessed you to make that particular Murmurer your *son*? If it’s an exercise to see how long it takes me to lose my
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