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Garron’s posture was rigid, his hands clasped behind his back, a man trying to project an air of authority while feeling anything but. Arios didn’t move. He simply stood with his wooden sword resting at his side, watching, waiting. His stance was relaxed, his breathing even, the picture of a man utterly at ease.
"Do you know why I asked you here?" Garron said finally, his voice flat, almost mechanical, as if reading from a prepared script.
"You said you wanted to ...
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