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<p>"What's the problem now, Gorge?" Shelbrooke called out as he sat down in his office, cleaning his knife with a piece of cloth.</p>
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<p>Gorge walked in hesitatingly.</p>
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<p>"We have about four hundred and eighty soldiers right now."</p>
<p>Silence enveloped the room, same as the stench of cigarettes and coffee. Gorge cleared his throat and continued.</p>
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