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... e, thin and panicked, barely carried over the thunder of hundreds of marching men. Half-dangling out the carriage window, arm stretched so far he might actually take flight if the wind caught his cloak, he squinted at the fortress steps, spotting Flio looking unusually somber.
He was halfway out the window like a dramatic cartoon character when a hand yanked him back like a toddler refusing bedtime.
"My Lord, unless you intend to be the first casualty of this subjugation via a tr ...
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