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“Garak,” Picard said, “I cannot be involved in the removal of the democratically elected leader of another government—”

“No?” Garak looked disappointed. “Why, Captain—you’re no fun at all.” He sniffed. “Sisko would have been willing.”

“Yes, well—I’m not Benjamin Sisko.”

Garak gave a measureless smile. “Indeed, no! No, you’re not! But you need not trouble yourself. I believe that I may yet be able to persuade the castellan to fall upon her sword.” He gestured around the room. “You have merely provided the setting for the crime, Captain. Fear not. Someone else will commit it.”

“You know that I’d like to believe that,” said Picard. “But you’re not that persuasive, Ambassador Garak.”

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