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... orde’s brows furrowed, and his palm, which had been resting on his metal chest, dropped.
“You’ve already won, why continue the pretense?”
Wittes retorted.
“A month ago, someone contacted me, offering me an opportunity to gain greater recognition and support from the family, to change the course of my fate… The voice was mechanically synthesized.”
Lorde said gravely.
“You received that call too?”
...
Wittes was taken aback.
The agent ...
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