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... y meet his eyes.
The Nameless Litany requested the honor of his presence.
Again.
Liam suppressed a sigh, his focus fractured.
Before him, the Cognitor’s schematics for the Ashard front’s supply lines shimmered, a puzzle of logistics and projected casualties.
That was where his mind needed to be—on strategy, on survival. Not on another round of theatrical devotions.
"They are... insistent, my Lord," the acolyte whispered, bowing so low her horns nea ...
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