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... a low-frequency vibration that resonated through the soles of Kaelen’s boots. But as the man in the tailored suit stepped forward, that hum died. Silence followed him—a clinical, sterile silence that smelled of old paper and ozone.
He was out of place, a black inkblot on a vibrant canvas. His suit was charcoal grey, perfectly pressed, and his leather briefcase was polished to a mirror finish. He didn’t have a weapon, but the way he looked at the city of New Astora made Kaelen feel more e ...
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