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... loosely wrapped around a warm teacup. The soft aroma of Ceylon tea drifted up from the cup, but he barely noticed. His eyes were fixed on his phone screen. Nothing. No new message from Micah/Asena/RogueOverlord. The last message was from more than a week ago. The day he had figured out Micah’s identity and WeChat account. And what was about? Micah praised Aidan Wilson.
Clyde let out a slow breath, jaw tightening. He didn’t want to admit it, but the silence was starting to bother him. Ma ...
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