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... sat motionless in a chair by the bed, his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers. His half-shot eyes remained fixed on the half-blood sprawled across the cold floor, whose body convulsed with the aftershocks of agony. There was a chill in Zylan’s gaze, a darkness that ran deep, yet it was mixed with a twisted, sinister satisfaction. The man before him had dared to make the fatal mistake of touching something precious—something that was his.
A small, eerie smile c ...
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