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The lord of Salca stood waiting for them.
He cut a modest figure for someone who ruled a city. His beard was short and neatly kept, his brown hair trimmed close, his posture straight without being rigid. He didn’t look much older than forty-five, healthy, with none of the excess or decadence Trafalgar had seen in other lords. When his eyes met theirs, he immediately lowered himself into a vow.
Trafalgar watched him in silence as the man bowed.
Strong.
Not ove ...
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