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... a and yet here they are and were being welcomed.
And then it happened.
A few members of the envoy looked directly at them.
Not by accident.
They smiled. Bowed, even.
Not in jest, not in mere diplomacy—but in recognition.
One of them, a keen-eyed apeling named Irema, narrowed their gaze as they scanned the visitors. Their faces stiffened. A few members of the envoy’s delegation—dressed more plainly, perhaps attendants or guards—had turned their head ...
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