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... urveillance console, a lukewarm bottle of synthetic cherry-root fizzing in his hand. Officially, this network was designed for ship security—used to catch mercs trying to seduce Kathrine's absurdly attractive cleaning staff.
Unofficially, it had become Caleb's new reality TV station.
Specifically, he was tuned into Channel 12: The Training Hall. Featuring a lone, violet-haired man moving like a ghost through the sword kata, his blade slicing air with preternatural precision. If w ...
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