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... on’s territory, a lone carriage rolled steadily along a paved path that cut through the wilderness.
"Master, we are an hour away from the base."
Benson’s emotionless voice sounded directly inside William’s mind, through the slave mark.
William, who had been perched on top of the carriage under the concealment of Trickster’s Veil, had been lying on his back looking at the clear blue sky.
As Benson’s words echoed in his mind, he straightened and sat upright before f ...
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