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... vern was cold, not naturally cold, but the kind of chill that seeped in from the monstrous presence dominating the chamber. The Gedo Mazo loomed in the darkness, its hollow eyes staring downward, its massive fingers curled. Seven of those fingers flickered faintly, each one occupied by the spectral projection of an Akatsuki member.
The meeting had begun.
Orochimaru’s phantom tilted its head with what appeared to be a lazy, mocking smirk. "Well, it appears," he drawled, voice drip ...
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