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... eing in different directions, all five slammed into the invisible wall trapping them in as hard as they could. If they spotted Dorian close to them, they would flee the opposite direction with their already badly injured bodies. Exorcize!

AHHHHHHH!!!! The woman in blue was the first to get strung up by the chains, screaming, waking and promising all sorts of riches for a chance of survival. And as she stretched her unnaturally broken neck side to side to beg for her life, the others trie ...

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