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Thirty Eight
For the next two days that passed, no one felt as much trouble, pain, discomfort, disconnection and guilt being with ones family in all of Ingfalls as Eallric did.
As he got home that gloomy evening which was teemed with darkness and brewing doom, he walked straight into the unsmiling physique of Brione who repeated the same billion dollar or to be more exact, future defining question she had asked when he was in his office at Mariners Spur.“Who is Lene Woodye?”
He didn't know what to reply, or maybe he did but just didn't know how to.
“An NCU TV reporter...”
Brione's usual calmness exploded and even Gerey who was in his room - with Jeyrin, heard the din that shuddered through the entire building from her.
“That's all what you have to say? An NCU TV reporter? You're being unbelievable right now!”
Eallric walked closer to
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