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... ng toward the sound.
A Centaur, bloodied and kneeling with effort, rose slowly despite the gash across his flank. His breaths were heavy. In his arms lay a younger Centaur, barely breathing, clearly dying.
“I said no,” the Centaur repeated, eyes locked on Roderick.
This Centaur was not just refusing the Imperial Slave Value System. But was also refusing Roderick.
It was clear.
Refusing a edgy teenager like Roderick was a very very stupid move.
Rode ...
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