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... grandmother when Trevor slumped forward like a marionette whose strings had finally been cut.
"I feel like I was just interrogated by two different versions of the same ancient war deity," he muttered, one arm bracing against the nearest sofa, the other dragging across his face.
Lucas, still by the window, watched him with a slow blink and the faintest upward curve at the corner of his mouth. "That’s generous. I’d say one war deity and one event planner with imperial clearance." ...
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