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“I also send you on this mission,' said Arken. 'In the hope that if he is, in fact, responsible for all this. That you'll keep your head and not let it get personal.' 'You can trust me,' said Anargrin. 'I trust no one, and I suspect everything,' said Arken. 'I thought you trusted me, Arken.' 'No,' said Arken as he swivelled in his seat and swirled his glass. 'I just mistrust you the least.”

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The Angaran Chronicles: The Underside

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