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... lay your report on this matter until Friedrich had a chance for a rematch.”
Arne stood in the Castellan’s office, bowing to Lord Hartmut who looked at him pensively.
“A rematch, hmm?” the old man asked gently, stroking his carefully trimmed beard. “You’re a natural at this, aren’t you?”
That made Arne hesitate. “What do you mean, Lord Hartmut?”
“Nothing much. Only that–”
His aura sense screamed a warning. But before he could react, Arne found himself pinne ...
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