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... l trembling from the speed. The tip of his sword was aimed straight at the driver’s throat.
"Black market merchant," he said coldly. "You lied. The stone is fake."
The man swallowed, then—strangely—gave a faint smile. He raised both hands casually, as if he were not being threatened at all.
"No sane merchant would dare deceive a client from the Roosevelt family," he replied lightly. "Are you sure you didn’t use it wrong?"
Aldric narrowed his eyes. "Don’t play with ...
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