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Kral lined up with the rest of the Guard, waiting to head to the Temple, skin burning with anger.
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Calvin's milquetoast attitude to his parents, and to all the animals like them.
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Self-congratulatory, masturbatory speeches, seemingly every day, about helping refugees come to Galvarelli.
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But at the end of the day, political expedience would always win against actual progress.
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He didn't get anything for his people by calling Mountberg, but at least he'd seen Calvin for what he was.
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Omig and Jod were working near the end of their hall in their language.
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The door at the end of the hall that the loop had been in was covered in some red paste, and Jod was drawing intricate symbols on it.
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The Mountberg dwarf was watching intently, while Chief and Kab watched him in turn.
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After a while, Jod seemed to complete his drawing.
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Omig walked up to the door, and touched it for a moment, like she had done earlier.
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She furrowed her brow, and seemed to grit her teeth.
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As with earlier, she responded to some invisible trigger, pulling back her finger.
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Jod opened the door, and on the other side seemed to be some particularly dark and dingy cave.
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The group filed through, Chief and Kab first, followed by Omig, Jod and the Mountberg dwarf.
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After that, led by Hermann, the Guard marched through the door.
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Kral passed through into the cavern, and was struck by how severe the sense of staleness was in the air.
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