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... need Commander Griffith Ironscribe.”
The clerk held out a hand. “Orb?”
Hmm. “Tell him it’s Peter?” I offered.
He glanced up with not exactly contempt, but definitely leaning into disinterested civil servant. “Peter?”
I nodded.
Sigh. “One moment.” Then got up and disappeared toward the room I remembered as Ironscribe’s office.
Knock. Knock.
No waiting. He walked right in, exchanged a few words, then turned and waved me in.
I walked ...
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