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... d in the bones behind his skin.
He sat down at the long table and pulled his gloves off, laying them neatly beside a half-burned page. His fingers were steady. Too steady.
He hated that.
Because it meant he wasn’t angry enough anymore.
It meant he was used to this.
Used to killing.
Used to finding nothing.
Used to being too late.
’Someone is staying ahead of me.’
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