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53; The Unlikely Five

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Lyra

We worked until midnight.

The lamp burned low twice and was refilled twice. Someone brought food from the kitchen at some point and it was eaten without comment while documents were read and notes were compared and the counter-strategy grew from a shape into a structure.

Dorian handled the intelligence layer. He had contacts in the High Pack Council's administrative division who could ensure that the counter-complaint, once filed, was routed to the correct adjudication body rather than bur
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