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... crates, shining like the literal treasures they were.
“Two crates short Vim. I apologize,” Orland said again.
“You had to dedicate time and resources to the mine itself. To protect it, and secure its future production. Stop apologizing for doing your job,” I said.
“All the same, Vim. I hope the Society will understand,” Orland said somberly.
I wanted to sigh, but kept myself from doing so. After all, he was being very genuine in his heartfelt apology. My sigh woul ...
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