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... thick bristles of his blood red mohawk as he sat at the desk he’d been given. Ostensibly, he could have commandeered any building in the budding settlement of Ironshore – that was what his contract had said, at least – but he knew better than to make any power moves. For one, it wouldn’t do much good. He was just the head of security, and as such, the miners and other settlers wouldn’t follow him. For another, he had no aspirations of rule. Instead, he’d come to this out-of-the-way backwater of ...
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