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Not in Sheol.
A quaint barn? Chickens? Firewood stacked like someone actually lived here and gave a damn about dry kindling?
It was like finding a teahouse in the middle of a battlefield.
No.
Worse.
It was like finding a mantele with your lover’s perfume in a war trench--comforting, but impossible.
Keiser narrowed his eyes, sweeping the perimeter like a wolf sniffing out a trap disguised as hospitality.
And then he saw it.
He ...
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