Sometimes the righteous path doesn’t take you where you need to go!
So, what should I call you before you die?” she asked over the sound of the rain. “Bull-headed Mule? Surly Bastard?
“Mallor.”
“The Mallor?”
He didn’t answer.
“You’re supposed to be dead!”
He pulled the collar up on his long coat and stepped out into the driving rain. “Someday, I’ll get it right.
You don’t know me.”
“I know you’re not used to people telling you no.”
“Never more than once.
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