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... desk with a sharp clack. Gods, his shoulders felt as though they’d been forged from lead and then left out in the rain to rust. It was well past midnight. This marathon session of logistics, supply chains, and the relentless paperwork required for the upcoming subjugation had drained him down to the marrow.
But his mind? His mind was nowhere near the maps or the troop. It was drifting, stubbornly and quite annoyingly, toward the West Wing.
Zarius stood, a chorus of pops echoing f ...
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