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Entrap
Feb. 18.2021
Marcellus
The days passed by excruciatingly slow. Avlon was the least on his mind, finding his brother was. The council had began to grow impatient but he couldn't let them get to him first.
Staying away from Lyra killed him but he'd alternated between staying in his lair and staying at the dome.
His phone rang.
"Where are you?"
"The underworld," he replied downing his glass of vodka.
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Marcellus!" That familiar voice rasped behind him.
Turning back he watched Angelus and Lucille make their way to the counter where he sat.
Running towards him with worry tainting her expression Lucille sat beside him,"Marcellus! What has happened to you?!"
Marcellus regarded his haggard look with sco
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