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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: NEW CLASS
The Clique
We walked further inside and up the great hall. We were welcomed with a carpeted floor and hotel-like ambiance when we reached the third floor.
"That way is the Captain's quarters and office," the Sergeant said. "They made it look grand because sometimes, the country's leaders visit us. We can't make it look barbaric."
I stared at the door a couple of meters away from us.
The Sergeant signaled us to follow him. We found ourselves in the middle of another hall. I looked to the right, and there's a door, t
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