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... nage to carve out a decent life."
"Geralt!"
Heyman clenched his fists tightly. A face flashed in his mind. He could accept failure, but not being played for a fool.
Spatial fissures, temporal sensory distortions, the timing of their appearance, and most critically, the aura similar to that of a Patrolman...
Yet Heyman hadn’t anticipated that the collision of all these elements would still lead to a misjudgment.
"What about the other intel?"
The mid ...
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