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... ay of grit, the grains flashing briefly in the light before settling back down around his boots.
His stance widened, aggressive and braced, as though the ground itself had become an enemy to be challenged, before he jabbed an accusatory finger toward me with all the righteous fury of a man who’d just discovered his certainty was flammable.
"You manipulative little whore!" he roared, spittle flying with enough velocity to qualify as projectile weaponry. "You think you can waltz in ...
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