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The blade ploughed into the tree, a whisper from the man’s hat.
The man turned, his gaze on the treeline. Rodin saw those eyes, and it confirmed the man’s identity.
The hat dipped as Cat nodded. Then he turned his back on Rodin, watching the river once more.
Rodin climbed down, leaving the security of the treeline and making for Cat, wary of any movement. Cat would not leave himself open. An attack could come from anywhere.
Maybe Rodin should have sent the blade through the man’s head.
Rodin trod carefully, but was unsurprised when Cat spoke as he approached.
“A strange way to greet an old friend.”
Rodin stopped. Close enough to talk, far enough back that he was out of reach.
“To greet a friend, yes.”
“Ah, the distrust is still ever-present. Of course it is. And I unde
