1. True Gift
Only looking back can I hear that unctuous quality of your voice, see that insincerity in your smile. Death yields clear vision, too late. Here, amidst the blood and the pain and the betrayal, I can finally see the lies and the hate and the folly. Too heavily lies the love of craft and the want for knowledge and the inclination to trust on me. Too heavy is this curse of mine, and of my fathers. And if I were wrong, I was not the only one. Know this, Annatar, Master of Treachery. This last is your only true gift.
1. Insincerely or excessively suave or ingratiating in manner or speech; marked by a false or smug earnestness or agreeableness
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