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He could do this. Tseng was an adult man, and was neither too stubborn nor too proud to recognize his own limits. It was fine. He could do this.
“Balto,” he said, steeling himself, “I need some help.”
He opened a manila folder, pulling out a printed document that had already been scribbled over with pen in a way that could probably be used to track the exponential growth of Tseng’s frustration.
“How much Wutaian can you read? This needs to be translated, and I might be...stuck.”









