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... it was already eight in the evening.
It was already the time to get off work.
Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers, gazing somewhat wistfully at the myriad lights below.
Isn’t this what he pursued?
Meanwhile, Casare, Kennedy, and President Qua Wuke Mot were discussing matters.
“I think we should organize a victory parade, preferably with a mass celebration formation. This is the first formal parade of the Republic of ...
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