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“And let me not forget about Donny,” I snapped my finger. “Donny Helmburg?” he asked. “She’s–” “He’s,” I corrected him. “New to my father’s entourage of solders. I’m still learning about him myself. All I know is that he’s a traditional fencer. Haven’t had the chance to converse with him, but I do know he’s an admirer of my father’s and that wind is his plaything.” |
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