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... o crates stolen, only one really dumb trade—when it happened.
They were packing up, just loading the last of the leftover herbs into a woven basket, when the guards from earlier returned. Same sneers. Same fake professionalism wrapped in obvious disdain.
"Oi," one of them barked, stepping right up to Fina. "You. Tail-fluffer."
Allen blinked. "Excuse me?"
The guard didn't look at him. His eyes were fixed squarely on Fina, and not in the appreciative way. More like ...
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