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... n. His composure was a polished thing, a suit of armor he’d worn for so long he likely forgot how to take it off.
He still wore the prepared face of the concerned administrator, though the cracks around his eyes were deepening. He was a man who believed in the power of the theater, and he was currently performing for his life.
"Your Majesty," he began, his voice smooth, professional, pitched at a level of respectful concern. "I believe there has been some misunderstanding regardi ...
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