At the headquarters of the Blackwell clan in Brimmopolis, Carlton, in a grey robe, sat in his armchair and sipped on his hot tea while he listened to his son and his subordinates' complaints.
Guilt was written all over the faces of Ezra, Randall, and the rest as they knelt before Carlton.
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