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... h steady, my gaze fixed on the man before me.
Samuel Gebb.
The original. The man who had suffered three years of hell, who had been broken, humiliated, driven to death.
He smiled at me—soft, forgiving, calm.
As if he had finally found peace in the void.
"Thank you, Heavenly Demon," he said. "For saving my sister. For letting Abigail move forward."
His words shook me.
I scowled, stepping forward. "Why the hell do you care ab ...
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