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The thick, humid air of Redharrow hung heavy over the courtyard of the State Shieldhall annex, smelling of wet asphalt and tension. Matthew Jones, known to his sycophants as Director Jones, stood his ground with a sneer that didn't quite reach his eyes. He adjusted the lapels of his suit, his posture radiating the unearned confidence of a man……
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