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... ndora courtesy of whoever it was in the army that had been sending him letters. There were even some pictures here and there, although it was still entirely unrealistic that she could be contained in a jail. But with how she was acting, he doubted she would suddenly run rampant in the country, there were more Divines here. Frankly, it could we for the best if she was embarrassed and then left of her own accord. That was the dream.

But realistically, this would thoroughly discredit her im ...

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