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“Kai had once lectured Grayson on why men fight. “A man fights for many reasons,” he’d said. “Most of all, he fights for his buddies on either side of him on the firing line, and that’s where his loyalty lies when the heat is on. But it’s home and family that puts him there on the firing line in the first place.”

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Book:Decision at Thunder Rift
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