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3 Deliberation

작가: Aricka Allen
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From most of the Magi in the stalls, there were only hard-eyed stares and very little sympathy. In a few, there was compassion and consideration. In others doubt and uncertainty, but would that uncertainty outweigh the pressure to find Hunter fully accountable. There had to be a full consensus, and one dissenter would impede judgement.

If there were one dissenter, only his ability would be severed, and he would not slain. That delay could also allow for further investigation of Hunter’s claim
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