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... ni, would be interrogated.
In the well lit room, a poised woman sat upon a cold metal slab, her legs crossed with effortless grace. Dressed in an elegant gown, she exuded refinement. Her dark hair, as soft as fine wool, cascaded gently around her, framing a face that bore the quiet confidence of one in her early thirties.
As soon as the commander made his way in, she dove to her feet, bowing politely to greet him.
"Commander~~" she drawled, smiling warmly.
"Don't ...
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