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Art found the return to Red City a relief, but also very hard. Everybody was now calling him “Count”, something that didn’t sit too well with him. His father was “The Count” even though he was dead. After five centuries it didn’t seem right that anyone else should have that title. It was just one of the things he had to correct when he had the time to think. For him, right now, time was a luxury in very short supply. Too many people needed him. The assimilation of two former countries into Galland was an administrative nightmare - his father’s revenge as he saw it - and he was the only person who could make an awful lot of the necessary decisions. He was going to have to put his foot down and make time for himself, if he ever had the chance. He now understood why his father had install
