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... me to just ignore it?"
A cold voice cut through the air from across the bridge. Aeridar and Jig turned their heads sharply toward the sound.
There, striding calmly across the bridge connecting Grove 53 and 54, was a young man clad in a jet-black suit and cape, a tall black hat perched atop his head. A black-tied pigeon rested on his shoulder. Behind him followed a dozen men in identical dark suits—an ominous procession.
"Those guys... World Government agents?" Aeridar mu ...
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