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Preview Paragraph: The Iron Legacy

The starchy fabric of the uniform reminded me of the old days where I wore clothes I’d stolen off a dead person in an alley. This is what our high and mighty military wore? A sneer curled my lip, which I didn’t bother hiding.

I slouched, leaning against the smooth wood overlay lining the walls of the basement clubhouse while Jerome scanned over me with his discerning eye.

“Like what you see?” I grinned, knowing full well the man was immune to my sass.