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Chapter 718: Try Me, Old Hag
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... soul sea. ’Time to pay rent. And don’t even try to extort me. You’re in more danger than I am.’
’I...’ A deep whisper began, then choked into silence.
Buried in the scorched earth of an island girded by rivers of fire, Aamon’s cleaver shuddered. Sulfur thickened the air, and the crimson gem embedded above its skull-hilt pulsed, alive with malice.
’I wish I could watch that celestial whore torture you, accursed liar, defiler of eternal relics. But...’ The cleaver’s tremor ...
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