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"Blossom would have me kill you just for your presumption," says Thorn. "And I mislike having someone around who calls my most precious consort his vassal. Tell me how you got here. To tell me what I want to know, you may breathe; if you form an intention to do anything extraneous, bite off your tongue and then calculate the cube root of every number between a trillion and ten trillion by brute force until further notice from me."