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"You, and I do not always have control over everyone, Dahlia." Frederika's eyes narrow on the floor plan, she glares looking for structural weak points, and escape routes. "A team from the Housing Authority, they know blueprints like children know toys. Gas men?" She nods. "This may solve our problem. I am unsatisfied by our one opportunity to do this. We cannot overplay our hand."
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