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... his mouth twisting into something less than a smile and less than a scowl. His voice sliced through the strained silence like a knife, each word slow and drawn out.
"That individual," he said, pausing just long enough to cause every man in the tent to lean forward with discomfort, "is none other than my—
He clenched his hand, fingers tightening as if grasping the very air, and then thrust his hand toward the middle of the tent.
"—my personal bodyguard... Jim."
Th ...
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