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1 " As they passed the bandstand, they saw a few words chalked onto the back wall that they hadn’t noticed before: GET RID OF IMBECILES. Alice snorted, and shook her head. “I’ll tell the constable. We’ll soon have it gone.” Seeing the scrawled words darkened Kim’s thoughts. It was a poison. A slow drip of a concoction—part hate, part fear—and one that could sicken Uxley. And the enmity could spread. It was spreading, she feared. Words on a bandstand in a park. She worried what it could become. "
― Kay Kenyon , At the Table of Wolves (Dark Talents #1)
