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... f table goblin in my tent.”
I got a scoff in answer and she popped out her head long enough to roll her eyes at me.
“Please,” Archer replied. “I’m at least the height of two table goblins.”
She retreated under the table, steel rasping against wood as she shaved away at a detail, and when she spoke up again I could hear the goddamn grin in her voice.
“Unlike some,” she airily added.
“That’s treason, it is,” I gravely replied.
“This is why we call yo ...
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