"I know," Marcus said, quiet and reassuring. He led Blaise out of the pub and made sure that the man was settled in his own flat before heading home himself. While the conversation had been enlightening, he'd had to tuck the information away for later and see what, if anything, Blaise had to say about later, in the sober light of day.
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