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... ad shifted, and was serious now. In the common room of the inn, Lucen and members of Thornefang had gathered to report to Lucen’s father, the Iron Duke Vardon.

Lucen asked one of the mages to activate the communication orb, and after a few seconds, his father’s image appeared. Vardon was sitting at his desk, which Lucen could see had several piles of papers stacked up.

The members of Thornefang quickly knelt upon seeing Duke Vardon’s image. Vardon, whose image was like a projecti ...

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