Garrick's POV The heavy oak door of the Beta's private study clicked shut behind me, and the air inside felt thick, heavy with the smell of old paper and burning cedar.I stood in the center of the dark room, my fingers nervously twitching against the seam of my trousers. Across the heavy mahogany desk, Ford sat in his high leather chair. For as long as I could remember, the old Beta had always spoken to me with a calm, fatherly kindness. Whenever I made mistakes on border patrols or failed to manage the southern accounts, Ford would just smile, pour a cup of tea, and tell me that family always forgave its own.Tonight, there was no tea. And there was no smile."Sit down, Garrick," Ford said. His voice was soft, but it carried the weight of an iron anchor dropping onto wood.I didn't move. My boots felt glued to the floor. "You wanted to see me, Beta?""I did," Ford sighed, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands over his stomach. He looked tired, but his eyes were sharp lik
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