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... l discipline. Poor weather sends the tarp aflutter and there is little I can do to mitigate that effect. The Aurora has a mind of her own.
“We have our work cut out for us, gentlemen,” I tell my newest minions.
“Do you mean to tell us the lemures have already infiltrated their ranks?” an Erenwald courtier says.
Daft lad. A blond. Feels compelled to repeat everything I say like the world’s blandest parrot.
“Yes, as I warned you. If there are wounded or squad member ...
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