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Sheffield stopped as Thorson drew a hand over his face. To his relief, instead of taking the bait the maid simply looked over her shoulder, tilting her head back and over almost one hundred and eighty degrees. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was part owl.
“One day there’s going to be an enemy that doesn’t ‘fight fair’,” the maid advised before departing out a side door.
— Chronicles of the Siren War - Chapter 85 by SabatonBabylon

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