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... son like he owned it. It was his favourite place to be, especially when he was able to break the law whenever it was convenient.
No hesitation or fear or flinching at the stench of metal and sweat.
Just the slow and confident steps of a man who believed every room belonged to him the moment he entered it.
Two guards led him through the corridor without question.
He had the kind of authority that didn’t require badges or signatures.
The kind that came from ...
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