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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter Four&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The gravesites, side-by-side, were unmarked. No headstone. No monument. No&lt;br /&gt;
marker. Nothing to indicate that there were bodies in coffins under the freshly&lt;br /&gt;
turned soil. Jenner, in his twisted wisdom, had ordered King Nicodemus and Sir&lt;br /&gt;
Jonathan Brisbee hastily buried in the most isolated &amp;quot;potter&#039;s field&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
in all Londontown. A field that had long ago been reserved for traitors, spies&lt;br /&gt;
and other such threats to the Crown and its subjects.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Even through his tears, Justin could see the irony in Jenner&#039;s choice. To&lt;br /&gt;
the new King, Nicodemus was, in fact, a traitor. A traitor to Jenner&#039;s perverse&lt;br /&gt;
ideals of greed, vanity and power for its own sake. Therefore, he deserved, in&lt;br /&gt;
his adopted sibling&#039;s eyes at least, to be interred with others of the ilk. &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2005 20:39:05 -0700</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>Simon</dc:creator>
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