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... d lingering there, chatting idly and gambling.
They were all salaried government workers, with ample income and prestige, able to swagger around the county with their heads held high.
The clerks were like iron, while the magistrate flowed like water.
These old hands knew how to handle the magistrate above them - those who were powerful would be managed, those who weren't would be left alone, and the weak ones simply couldn't be controlled, even getting their noses stepped ...
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