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... racking sound was too thin for mortal ears, yet the cleaners below were cultivators.
Weak ones, yes, but years of scrubbing this place had sharpened their senses. Any stray noise here would itch at them.
"Hear that crack? Which one of you little whelps is breaking things this time?" the eldest errand boy snapped, eyes narrowing.
Their silent hierarchy within the cleaning crew was clear, he was the one calling the shots.
"Senior, nothing’s broken here," the nearer ...
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