You can’t stop me. Your word voodoo, it doesn’t work on me. Right? So how do you think you’re going to-‘ Eliot produced a pistol. He didn’t seem to pull it from anywhere. He just suddenly had it. Wil’s eyes stung. ‘See?’ Eliot put away the gun. ‘There are all kinds of persuasion.’

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