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... e, tall, with an extraordinary aura, dressed impeccably, and wearing the right perfume—he could captivate any woman aged eight to eighty without uttering a word—was sitting at the table with tears on his face, shamelessly complaining about the injustices others had done to him, while constantly displaying his bloody nose from being hit.
This man could only be Haska.
Haska had been sitting in front of Ethan complaining for over ten minutes, constantly talking about how barbaric an ...
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