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... ield must allow for a moment’s respite; neither side of the war is robotic, and resting is inevitable.

Inside the fortress, Ali was holding a bottle of unlabeled strong red wine, drinking it intermittently. Beside her, her assistant and close friend was drinking generously from a wine jug.

The amber-colored liquor slid from the corner of her mouth, staining her fur and emitting an enticing aroma.

"Ha! What a thrill!"

Number One put down the wine jug and shouted in ...

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