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... was taking place.
Three men huddled around a small round wooden table deep underground.
One man pressed his hands beside his head, his thinning hair falling as his hands trembled in stress. "Two months and we haven't met any Talent holders with a unique symbol yet! I'm getting sick of this!" The balding man slammed his face onto the table with a thud.
Another man joined in with his opinion. "Thankfully, there's no quota for us to fill. But still, how in the world are we s ...
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