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... cisions he could have made.
It kept replaying in Max’s head as if it were a small, steady drumbeat under everything else , the simple logic of it. Aron moved without fuss, acted without asking, and carried weight in a way that didn’t call attention to itself. Max thought of the White Tigers, of old allies he had relied on in the past, and a bitter little comparison formed in the back of his mind. Those other people had always wanted something in return. They complained. They counted favo ...
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