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Chapter Seventy-Six

“Welcome to my home, brother, I hope you feel comfortable here.” He was there, standing in the middle of the room, holding a box. His face was a grimace and scintillating eyes at me.

“Stop with the crap, you puny bastard, and spit it!” With very slow movements, I planted my feet apart, preparing myself for an attack. With a quick side look to An

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