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... then caught on something. The reinforced storage unit against the far wall was slightly off-center, its anchoring marks scraped. Like it had been moved. Recently.
For a fleeting moment, Daphne’s brow creased. That thing wasn’t meant to budge without a grav-loader. But she dismissed it as quickly as the thought came. Probably nothing. Lysara was known for her strength—far beyond that of even other Warladies. If she’d gotten impatient and kicked it out of irritation? Entirely plausible. No ...
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