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... e diplomatic meal, familiar faces at a familiar table, nothing more than polite conversation and safe political lines. Instead, Dean sat there with a tight unease curling low in his stomach and the realization that every decision he had made in the previous twenty-four hours had been wrong. Even breathing felt like a risk.
The Alaminian envoy filled the opposite side of the dining table: council members in tailored modern uniforms, military representatives with perfectly pressed jackets, ...
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