Three Hundred and Thirty. Justice, Forgiveness, Resentment. (Three K)

Conrad Curze hooked his fingers so that Mortarion's body could be placed smoothly in the cabin. His expression looked very relaxed, in stark contrast to Corax's seriousness. The Lord of Crows had been gazing at the dagger on his brother's corpse, golden light emerging from the wound, but black ashes still lingering.

"Choose." Curz smiled slightly. "Captains are soft-hearted after all, aren't they, Corax?"

"I would rather

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