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... oud for a room that had been chewing and counting.
The sound rang through the arena and turned heads faster than any shout.
Eldric lifted both hands at once, palms out, fingers waggling as if shooing flies.
"Jesting," he said. "This old man is simply jesting."
He chuckled, light and careless, and the tension snapped back a little, not gone, but forced to retreat.
The man with the drawn sword was young. Tiberius’s son, Manicus.
Eldric flicked his wr ...
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