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... ted the mithril shirt to him, he held it up to show the small crowd. He continued to talk, and when I thought he no longer needed me to stand next to him, I moved to join Gareth and Loriel, who had obviously been waiting for my return. Pomare stuttered as I left his side but soon continued with his pronouncements from the small dais.
I collapsed on the sofa beside Gareth, who said, “Storme, how are you doing? They paralyzed me with frigging magic to stop me from saying or doing anything ...
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