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The Forqand boy was twenty-five and eager for learning. What annoyed Gregory Tamfer was that Edgar wasn't bending like a young willow. He stood firm.
"What really happened at Dreskda?"
Gregory smiled. "You've been reading conspiracy theories? I was the ambassador and we had to fix the power plant."
"I just found it curious, the timing, " Edgar said, diverting his gaze.
"You know, the English never meddle in other nations," Gregory told him. "Including dictatorships such as Slavonia."
"Of course," Edgar said, but with a tone that implied he knew better.
The boy wasn't a fool, but Gregory held the cards.
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The Forqand boy was twenty-five and eager for learning. What annoyed Gregory Tamfer was that Edgar wasn't bending like a young willow. He stood firm.
"What really happened at Dreskda?"
Gregory smiled. "You've been reading conspiracy theories? I was the ambassador and we had to fix the power plant."
"I just found it curious, the timing, " Edgar said, diverting his gaze.
"You know, the English never meddle in other nations," Gregory told him. "Including dictatorships such as Slavonia."
"Of course," Edgar said, but with a tone that implied he knew better.
The boy wasn't a fool, but Gregory held the cards.
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