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                                        Chapter 123: Victor Steele, Alaric’s Father, Gets Caught
                                
                                                                                        
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... was small and damp, the air thick with the smell of mildew and stale sweat. A single torch flickered on the wall, casting long, dancing shadows that danced across the rough stone.
Victor Steele sat on a rickety wooden stool, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped. He looked up as the door creaked open, his eyes widening in utter shock and confusion. He had been expecting a guard, an interrogator, perhaps even a mage sent to pry information from him.
He had steeled himself for int ...
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