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... they watched the two nervous parents pacing back and forth; it had to be known that neither Rikard nor Cinyah was to be considered a no-name Citizen. Aside from the fact, they were both C Rank Reavers, Rikard came from a strong background. The Jetlensr bloodline was considered one of the top upper-class families. In contrast, Cinyah, although she had a falling out with her family, had come from a very well-known high ranked Military family. ƒ𝚛𝐞𝚎𝑤𝘦𝚋𝓷o𝚟e𝘭.c𝐨𝙢

While the two of th ...

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