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... ps the only one with a shred of sense, grabbed his arm, halting his rash movement. The Commander General, meanwhile, reclined in his seat with an arrogant smirk, convinced the situation would resolve itself in their favor.
Kisha, however, showed no sign of fear. She didn’t even look mildly concerned. With an air of composure, she raised her glass of orange juice and took a slow sip, her eyes locked on the unfolding fight like it was no more than a performance staged for her entertainment ...
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