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... maller than this. The table stretched so far it felt like it could seat an entire army battalion, maybe that was the plan. Every one of North’s thirty relatives had already taken their seats, chatting, smiling, and pretending not to stare at me.
Anne gestured politely toward the head of the table. "Billion, please sit here."
I froze. The head seat? The only one with an oversized chair that looked like a throne?
Internally, I wanted to protest: Why not let me sit anywhere ...
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