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... iasm.
The tunic was clean, at least. Dark grey, no stains, fit reasonably well now that I’d gained some muscle mass. The trousers were acceptable. Boots polished enough not to look like I’d walked through mud.
Good enough.
I ran my fingers through my hair once, shoulder-length now, falling messily around my face because I hadn’t bothered with a proper cut in months.
Presentable. Barely.
I headed downstairs where the family was already gathering in the entr ...
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