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... ce summit looked less like diplomacy and more like a particularly violent food fight—except instead of pies and custard, the weapons were contracts, knives, hymnals, and the occasional flaming chandelier.
Rei sat slumped in his barely-standing chair, staring at the scattered documents now pinned into the table by blades, blood, or holy seals. His hair stuck out in every direction, dust clung to his robes, and he wore the dead-eyed expression of someone who had gone three rounds with bure ...
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