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... ill hung in the pre-dawn sky. Ian sat by the window, gazing out. Lost in thought, he'd barely slept, only to be roused by a commotion.
"Left face!"
"Left face!"
"Forward, march!"
The sounds of Bratz's private soldiers on their morning drill drifted in. Ian rested his chin on his hand, observing them closely.
'Quite a large force for a private army.'
A considerable number of soldiers streamed out of the main gate. Judging by the usual ratio of mansi ...
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