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... efore the council, all eyes, hard, unforgiving eyes, fixed on him. A bead of sweat traced a cold line down the side of his head. He swallowed, the sound loud in the silence.
"Captured, your Holiness?" Wizlen croaked.
"Your report states the prototype sun cannon managed to wound and displace several of the invaders. It prevented them from fleeing with the others," the Pope said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowed to slits. "Are you saying you f ...
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