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Go a mile to get a smile. That phrase, drilled into the minds of all the disciples of Mortuel, had been the assassin’s mantra since his childhood. Born in the streets of the great settlement of Faram, he had been, “adopted,” into the Circus, and as a result, the cult of the Laughing God. People claimed Faram to be one of the greatest places on Themis. Of course, those people had been born of its ruling class, the merchant lords. The merchants had an opulent life and rested in their residences of magnificent palaces made of the finest stone and the hardiest timber. But, most people are not informed of Faram’s seedier,