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... e dozens—perhaps hundreds—of people murmuring in hushed tones. Yet no matter how they strained to listen, they couldn’t make out a single word.
Verdu stood frozen in shock. He hadn’t expected that the "temporary teammate" he’d casually picked up would be hiding such depth—producing a priceless Card of Blasphemy just to trade for a mere 100 millilitres of blood.
He began to suspect that whatever this man was plotting might not be any smaller than what he himself had in mind.
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