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... ssary warmth.
The fat man, lounging on the scorched orange dirt with his elbows propped lazily behind him, let out a hearty chuckle and gestured widely with one meaty hand.
"Yes, yes, you can," he said in a low, rumbling voice.
Up close, Damien pegged him as middle-aged, maybe forty. Sweat glistened along the folds of his neck, and the skin beneath his eyes sagged with the weight of years and regrets. Despite the man’s inviting demeanor, Damien’s heart pounded behind a ma ...
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