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... point in which the despair was thick enough so that he could attempt to manifest himself… and his eyes were drawn to an angry-looking boy, his eyes swimming with shards of gold and purple.
"Lord?" Francis asked on instinct. For a second, he thought that the boy had been possessed.
"If I were your Lord, I would have you skinned," Beam said. He'd never uttered such black words before. He'd never physically wished to torture a man to deal, to tear his fingernails from his fingers, a ...
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