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And when it was time for them all to go to sleep, they went. There was no sign of King Constantine, who was to join them there.
Unless, of course, one happens to be a droid of superior quality. Tell him to come in the morning if he really must see me.
They could at least have some pleasant private fun. There was little cover in the Jannisson Pass that would hide an ambush party, and it was apparent that there would be no trouble at this point. But Blake had control of himself once more.
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