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... doesn’t clear its throat, doesn’t even pretend to be civilized about it—it just enters like it owns the place, wearing the confidence of a tax collector and the timing of a bad omen.
I’ve seen men die, beasts fall, and nobles dance between cages, but nothing—and I mean nothing—kills conversation faster than the arrival of authority draped in silence.
The two escorts stepped right up to the conductor’s cab, and Saints preserve my crumbling sanity, even the air seem to flinch in t ...
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