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7: It's Her
Rowan "What do you mean, there's a new pack at the border? Silas isn't allowed on our land, run him off!" I linked with Sam, the border patrol in charge of greeting delegations. It's not Silas. Their messenger claims they're from up north, more than a day's trek from Silas's lands, answered Sam. I could feel his irritation through the link. He hated unexpected surprises. When it came to the Gathering, so did I. Why didn't they give us any advanced warning? I asked irritably. They claim they sent a padded envelope with a report and cover letter about three weeks ago. Sam replied. I flopped back in my chair. I was stuck in the office seeing to some final details for a few meeting schedules later in the week. I didn't have time to deal with this s**t. The beginning of the Gathering was p
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