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... after my greeting was thick enough to be cut with a knife.
Aron Infernia, instead of answering me, merely narrowed his eyes. It was neither acceptance nor rejection, but rather the indifferent curiosity one might display while examining an insect. It was as if my existence was nothing more than a speck of dust disrupting the perfect order of the universe he had constructed; annoying, but for now, too insignificant to be worth crushing.
The only sound at the table was the faint cl ...
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