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Argus winced. "Ooh, that must provide some gruesome images."

There was no way he could do a job like that, he knew. Not that either of his own jobs were exactly lacking in stress, but Argus preferred to be in charge. He wouldn't enjoy the feeling of having to deal with damage someone has already done, or with trying to reverse a bad situation, knowing that his efforts might be wasted in the end. That and, unless he was part of the cause, scenes of pain and gore did not particularly entice him.

They made their way through the main dining room to a side hall that had been cleared for the band and those guests that decided to partake in dancing. "Is that a family profession?"

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