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... age. Cold and calculating. Rage born not from emotion, but from insult. From inefficiency. From being underestimated.
Sira leaned closer, the glow of her eyes catching the low lights of the room. "They used to look down on you," she murmured. "I remember."
Lux smirked. "And now they come to me like trained puppies. Tails wagging, tongues out, waiting for a credit injection."
Sira laughed. It was a velvet sound, deep and indulgent. "Oh, I remember that one warlord who spat ...
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