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Chapter 74: Riven’s Political Decision

作者: Luly
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“Bring me the formal communication template,” I said. “The one we use for territorial declarations of significance. Not the routine correspondence format.”

Oryn looked at me for a moment before he moved to retrieve it.

“You’re declaring something,” he said.

“I’m declaring everything,” I said. “I’ve been holding this in reserve since the night the seal broke. I’m done holding it.”

I had been turning the decision over for days, ever since Dren’s appearance at the border and the conversation
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