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... oiled.
The stale air smelled of sweat, incense, and rot.
He drummed his thick fingers on the armrest of his throne, his expression twitching with irritation.
He had been expecting good news. The kind of news that would make his god smile upon him.
But instead, how much times have passed, yet no news?!
Just then,the door slammed open, and a masked subordinate stumbled in, panting, dropping to one knee.
"Vice Principal Basuta! We have a situation!" < ...
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