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By the time Tristin had led him downstairs, to the small hallway in the back of the house, Ctirad was second-guessing his choice to walk downstairs mostly naked. Â It was a uniform, yeah. But it wasnât – well. Was it? Was Timaios going to…
Tristin patted him on the back. Â âYou look fine. Youâre doing fine,â he murmured. Â âThis is the bossâs office.â He knocked on the door. Â âSir? Ctirad is here, as you requested.â Continue reading