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    They’d been at it for the better part of an hour now – for once, Ashur had free time. His afternoon had been bereft of meetings, of sermons, of anything strictly requiring his time in the Chantry, but there was always something to do in the Shop, something to plan, a metaphorical fire to put out. Ashur had done none of those things. He’d only thrown on the Viper’s outfit to drop in and check that the place wasn’t going to burn down if he had just one afternoon to rest.
    The moment he’d left, Dorian cheerfully waving goodbye with a very knowing grin – well, Ashur shouldn’t be surprised. Dorian had even fewer moments to spend with his amatus, and hadn’t really begrudged telling Ashur to head home and rest, knowing full well that Ashur was going to be doing the exact opposite of resting
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    Ashur has the afternoon off. Tarquin has the afternoon off. They fuck about it.

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