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... s said, letting himself fall onto a high chair with all the tragic flair of an underfed, politically overworked omega. "This is torture."
Dax didn’t answer immediately. He opened a bottle of rum with an unhurried twist, poured a measure into a heavy glass, and slid it across the counter until it rested within easy reach of his consort.
"You are angry," he said calmly, "but I need to know at what. The humidity, the infrastructure, or the fact that half this region answers to crimi ...
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