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Duke’s eyes were closed, his breathing shallow, but despite his exhaustion, he still clutched his spear tightly in his hand—already asleep.
After carefully settling him into the cart and making sure he’d be taken to the western wall, Reeve nodded at the driver.
"Take good care of the Vice City Lord," Reeve instructed, his voice firm but full of concern. "Make sure he gets the rest he needs."
Reeve watched as the golf cart carrying Duke slowly disappeared into the di ...
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