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... Felix's collar with her thin hands. "Remember to keep their gazes. They are used to the powerful lording over them, but all nobles are jackals. They will pounce if they sense weakness."
Felix brushed her hands away and Willed the Garment into proper shape. With a snap of rippling cloth, his formal jacket shaped up around his neck, dipping just at the front where a half-circle was cut out of it. The thing was made of a rich green fabricsilk he thoughtand embroidered up the sleeves and sho ...
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