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Chapter 27: Oryn’s First Report

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“I didn’t expect you to be here,” Oryn said.

He didn’t say it rudely. He said it the way Oryn said most things, as plain observation, directed at neither of us specifically but landing squarely in the space between us.

Riven didn’t look up from the file he was opening. “Sit down, Oryn.”

Oryn sat. Looked at me once more. Then opened his own copy of the report and said nothing further about it.

I folded my hands in my lap and waited.

It took Oryn twelve minutes to walk through his pre
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