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CHAPTER LXXIII

      (ANGEL OF DEATH)

     “LET US SEE ABOUT NOW?”

     Asking, yet rather declaring an inevitable dread and a danger for blood and very kill. HE flips the card into the air as HE catches it upon HIS other hand and all the while as HE imitates Chester’s cat's smile, HE whispers. 

      “Smart more or not? Whatever it is, you are making your own game, Arthur.”

      Whispering his name as HE giggles in the end. The card that HE holds flips unto the side of its very face as the prominent number of the roman and the image are presented. HE sat at his throne as HIS looking towards ‘his’ mirror where he watches and somehow guarded in between, yet unto a glance and for a while as HE looks at the card within HIS hand, HE reminded. 

     “Not a crown, nor the

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