Four men sat rigidly around a rough-hewn, table staring blankly at the man who was speaking. A fifth man who stood staring out the window interrupted to say: “We need to get Fitzhugh out of there!” 

“No harm will come to him.” Hightower sneered. “They’ll simply pick his brain and find nothing useful. You don’t think I’d trust any of you with information the Star Guides could use to stop me.”

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