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... hi finally returned to base—blood-stained, battle-worn, and just a bit too casual for people who had probably committed crimes in three nations before breakfast.
As they neared Zeldris’s residence, a figure stood theatrically under a large tree. Clad in black robes, arms folded like he was posing for a villainous portrait. And right next to him?
A suspiciously large bag that practically screamed "definitely not a bribe, officer."
Zeldris’s lips curled into a knowing smirk ...
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