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... ’ll show you."
"Hm?" the boy said, blue eyes twinkling in the dark. "Show me what?"
"That people can be good. That they’re not what you think of them."
That the world isn’t what you think of it.
The boy looked away.
"Fine… do what you want."
The world stank of blood.
That wasn’t entirely true, of course. It was Dragan Hadrien that stank of blood. That was inevitable: he was covered in the stuff, from head to toe. The life and times of Victo ...
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