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Talciro handed me a glass of something dark and expensive as soon as I entered his office, led by his bodyguard.
I took it, not because I wanted it, but because I needed to be doing something other than dashing back outside to make sure Alina was safe.
Talciro was about sixty, with steely eyes and a stern mouth. I had no idea why he h
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