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... shocked, bowed with calm composure: "Marshal."
Andre glanced, smacked his lips: "East Wilderness indeed has many good seedlings..."
Leonard Churchill smiled without comment.
After all, they were guests, Andre invited: "Come, let’s sit at my manor."
Once a figure to scorn, now a top-tier expert equal to himself, in a moment, as the Grand Marshal, Andre felt a wave of emotion, altering many of his original plans.
... 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
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