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Marton sat at the head of the table, chewing on a cookie and reading through his messages. Harry and Christian were in the room, Christian going through papers and Harry watching the kitten chase sunbeams in the living area. It was just as well, he might have reflected had he time for it, that he wasn't chewing on a mouthful when he scanned his final message. As it was, he coughed, choking a little on the cookie crumbs and reached for his juice. Both Harry and Christian looked up. "Seems we no longer have a Carstairs trial." he told them.
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