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... to ask you a question. If you hesitate in your answer, this hatchet will land on your forehead, your chest, or, if you’re unlucky, somewhere lower."
"..."
"Answer."
"I-I understand."
In all his years, no one had talked to Steven like this. Even nobles treated him with caution.
’Who is he? When did I provoke someone like this?’
His thoughts raced.
The intruder smirked.
"Your mind’s racing. Curious who I am, aren’t you?"
"Y-Y ...
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