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... p> Kai woke up ready to kill.
There was scarcely any night when he didn’t dream. Nightmares, that’s the word one should use in his case. Incompressible and incoherent scenes of killing, killing, and killing. A shout of power now and then, and that’s it. These were his dreams.
Kai had made his deal with it.
He stood up, yawned, and stretched himself. He was lying on the bed, he suddenly realized.
"Master, freshen up," a honeyed voice entered his ringing ears. "I ha ...
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