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... thudding shut behind him. The faint echo of his father's sobs faded as he began his trek back toward his mansion, his boots squelching slightly with every step, the blood coating him now congealing into a sticky, uncomfortable mess.
He grimaced, running a hand through his matted hair and muttering under his breath. "Gods, this is disgusting. So sticky, feels like I've been dunked in molasses. Lucious was right, the smug bastard...I need a bath, and I need it now. Can't stand this muck c ...
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