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... His son lay dead, the metallic scent of blood still clinging to the air, and now the slaves were slipping through his fingers. His cane trembled in his grip, not from fear, but from the weight of pure hatred.
"You don’t want this, bitch," he growled, each word sharp enough to cut. "Trust me, it won’t give you a good ending."
Miasha’s lips curved into a cold smirk. "Oh ho, trust me, fatty, I very much want this. And you? You can’t stop me. You think you’re a man? Deep down, you’r ...
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