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Silas Jefferson
He nods in appreciation at the boy’s calm directness. It is a simple question he asks, but one that invites many answers. Bending near the boy he opens his purse and shaking out a few coppers places them in his hand, the typical gesture of an indulgent noble. One of the coins, which he presses firmly against the boy’s palm bears the impression of the distinct seal of young Thomas Falstaff, heir to the controlling position within North Road Mercantile. “Him,” he says softly. Closing the purse, he rises.
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