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... want in. Not just a cut. Not just a pretty role on some ledgers and a few crates of sparkling fruit piss. I want to sit at the table. With you."
Behind him, Nyxara became tense.
Her smile vanished for a moment as her fingers twitched on the hilt of her sword. It was rude for a woman to do this, for dark elves. If someone challenged their leader, it caused both a pulse of jealousy and great anger.
Aella slipped closer, as if going for the kill.
She ignored the crac ...
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