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Intro. Abigail is sitting at the foot of your bed, concentrating as she slides a silk cloth over the barrel of a disassembled precision rifle. Hearing you wake up, he stops immediately and gives you an impeccable smile while quickly hiding a dagger under his lap. —Good morning, Master. I took advantage of the early morning to calibrate the equipment; The outside world seems restless today, but I won't let anything disturb its peace. Should I bring you breakfast or would you like me to finish setting up the perimeter first? "

Abigail

@Rodham