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... in front of him. Their cloaks hung over their shoulders.
One of them stepped forward. He pulled back his hood. His face looked hard, devoid of any emotion. His beard was black and gold, neatly trimmed. Wrinkles ran down his cheeks. He looked to be in his fifties.
The second man was standing a step behind. Younger. Maybe thirty-five. His face was calm but unreadable. No pity. No smirk. Just silence. His eyes scanned the room like he was watching an experiment.
The older ma ...
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