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... uld see his empty palm.


He had realized something about himself through this chat.


Why did he think that Cale Henituse was looking to get something for him or try to take advantage of him when all he did was ask for a chat?


Antonio felt as if there was a mask in his empty palm. The name of that mask was, ‘noble.’ He too was wearing a fake noble mask.


He started to speak.


“What do you mean by open the gates?”


Antonio's nervou ...

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