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“What do you say to a warmongering emperor who has conquered many worlds and displaced thousands of refugees from their homes in the process? Refugees that sought asylum on Uhna. “It’s uh . . .” I pause. I can’t say it’s an honor to meet him when he arrived at my world prepared to blast the corruption away with his armada, along with anyone who happened to be in his way. I focus on his positive traits and say, “You have a nice beard! It looks well established. May I call you Caderyn?” Caderyn scoffs. “No.”

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