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... osing a military strategy rather than whatever this was.
Arkai, still lying on his back on the bed, limbs sprawled, chest still heaving, turned his head. Eastiel, mid-pour, ripping open a paper sachet of water flavoring, his fingers clumsy, froze. Both of them stared.
Oathran shifted out of the way.
There, sitting on the toilet, was Cecilia. Her face was crimson, her hands pressed flat against her cheeks, her fingers splayed wide, covering everything but the tips of her e ...
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