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Harrison's Last Stand
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2026-11-12 02:46:49The junket ended twenty minutes later, exactly on schedule, and Zariel felt the practiced warmth drain out of her the moment they were backstage, replaced by the bone-deep exhaustion of maintaining a performance for people who didn't know how much of it was real.
"That question," Kaelen said quietly, once they were alone. "The junior reporter.""She was fishing. Not maliciously, I don't think. Just instinct." Zariel rubbed her temples. "I gave her something true enough to sa
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