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2/3 i lied.

[ he runs the side of his thumb along the stock; lifts the weapon; checks the sight. his pulse quickens at the steady feel of the flintlock. an enlisted man's weapon -- it's strange, he knew, that he carries one even as an officer.

rightfully, it belongs in blackstone's hands.

still... ]

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