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Chapter 82

Autor: Jonathan Stilldon
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There was a sense of nervousness as Darcy looked at the man on the bunk, his expressionless face not revealing anything. Underneath the frozen exterior, something dark and cold brewed with each sentence Sean uttered and turned toxic with anger. He addressed the focus of Darcy's loathing with an upward curl in the corner of his lip.

"Hello, Sean.".

Sean collapsed onto the floor with a single foot hanging low over the edge of the bunk. He looked into the face of Darcy, a burning uncertainty that compelled him to leap with ardor into their blue shallowness. Sean's face, though similar in features to his sister Sandra's, was not elevated. They were both brother and sister.

The attitude was a bit poor, with the incline of the dash and Sandra's irritation at her brother getting involved. Sean was in the wrong with his assumption of having the authority to issue idle threats to him. That is a demeaning error.

The catch met metal as Darcy welcomed Kelz and closed it in his fist, more lethal i
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