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It was staggering. Unreal. Something from a dream. The sudden change from outcast tailor to Obsidian Order agent. One instant Garak was destroying his own shop and the next he was aboard a Romulan warbird, shaking hands with Enabran Tain. He was back. This was what he’d been made for. How had he even lived as a tailor? How had he survived the monotony?

And then it was over. One simple request from Tain. Shouldn’t have required a second thought. But suddenly he didn’t fit anymore.

Perhaps the Federation was having more of an influence on him than he’d thought.
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WARNING: Mild spoilers for 'Improbable Cause' and 'The Die Is Cast'.

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This fic belongs to ~Quesi.

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January 27, 2006
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