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With the perfect physical stillness of the trained sniper and contempt so razor sharp he flinched with every word, she said clearly, “I don’t break bread with butchers, even pretty ones, boy.” She rose gracefully and left the room with her soldier’s upright carriage.
-- The Price Paid--Subdue All Things--Chapter 7 by defender82
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