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... fighting the Sentinel.

If he decided to leave now, I wouldn’t stop him.

In fact, it wouldn’t be a bad thing if he left. It would mean fewer unpredictable variables to worry about.

Although his combat strength would be a loss, we were originally a team of three.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Ray whispered from the other side of Leif, making sure Luke couldn’t hear.

Whispering from both sides was making my ears tingle.

What is this, some kind of AS ...

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