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Chapter 27

Samira

Tyson wore a black robe, brandishing his sword and shield… There were so many bodies… He’d killed so many that he stood on top of a pile of corpses, though his face was still as stone… My mate held no inkling of remorse or regard… Their cries did not stop him… Their begging was like his cand...

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