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Well, we've done it. We have silenced that annoying jew. The Praetor is safe in his mansion and the Tetrarch can continue lulling our ears with comfortable lies. He's dead. Whipping, stinging, nails-to-the-wood, lance-to-the-side dead. Whew! For a minute there we thought we might have had to face some hard questions, but no. We can keep walking with our eyes closed, that annoying voice silenced forever.

Or is it.