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... k clad cultivator, flecks of ichor still on their shoulders and blazer sleeve, take another drink from their cup. The small clink of ceramic against wood was very audible in the sudden silence.
One woman, the Empath from the strike force no one was paying attention to, looked particularly uncomfortable during the motion. For she and her spiritual attention felt the sudden spike of emotions from the head of that table.
’This is bad... this is bad... oh, but I really want to hear a ...
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