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... low table between them.
Calhoun could not rid himself of the unease curling in his chest at his uncle’s composure. There was no anger upon the man’s face, but he was still skeptical since the man was wearing a mask. Though the aura around his uncle seemed calm... if not strained.
His dark eyes held no accusation either.
Yet, it had been this very uncle, his only teacher, who had once warned him not to sow chaos within the empire, not to pursue the treacherous path of ste ...
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