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... s of the Netherworld were woven into a great abstract oil painting with bodies slumping down in disbelief, gaping wounds on their sturdy muscles, and splatters of indigo blood waves.
The two Kings of the Hill managed their tasks smoothly and distinctly. Bartel was in charge of pulling out the oak stoppers from each sealed glass bottle, pinching his nose and evenly pouring a stream of stinky repulsive liquid onto the spearheads gathered in Buckley’s hands, then sticking them inverted into ...
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