Devourer of Souls
Trung with an expression of hateful rage I’d never seen before, every inch of his face screaming liar.
Next to me, however, Kevin was turning the smooth, blank white tile over in his fingers. “How much is it? I’ve only got a couple of bucks . . . ”
Mr. Trung bowed his head, exuding an air of regret. “Alas, someone gave me a down payment for it this morning. But you are wise, Master Kevin, for wishing to purchase it. You are an honorable young man, one worthy of owning the Sốphận.”
Kevin nodded, frowning slightly as he continued to work the blank tiles with his fingers. “Right. Okay. Yeah, I figured. It looks pretty expensive. Stupid question, but you don’t have anything else like it . . . ?”
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