Lord Feigling Wyrmtooth was petrified. He had survived two assassination attempts in recent days. The first had left his hand-picked bodyguards massacred but him untouched. The second had left him drugged, unconscious, yet still alive and unharmed. He knew the signs and he knew the legends, and he was a superstitious man. The old stories told of an ancient Harmonculus abandoned deep in the bowels of the hive, four thousand years old, who woke from his stasis-slumber once a century to sate himself with the most exquisite torture. His rarefied tastes were limited to choosing victims only from the most privileged of nobles. Lord Wyrmtooth, it appeared, was next. He was also a close confidant of former Governor Alaryxx (last seen en route to an Inquisitorial blackship) and he knew it was only a matter of time before Inquisitor Ashrael Ben Sahar came for him. Wyrmtooth was a smart man and knew it was time to get off-world. He had arranged a discreet transport ship with a shuttle pi...
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