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Chapter 31
ALANA WAS STOOD behind the corner, grief-stricken as his friends—the people he’s been through a lot with—berated each other to the point of no return. Some of them have died in savage ways while their brain, Caine, got captured not long ago. His brother Albert tried to covertly rescue him, but all that did was dishearten everyone else when he left them all with no command.
“Do you, or do you not stand by with the plan?” Leopold roared at the congregation in front of him as they walked away from the rest.
“It’s over Leo. Let us just leave in peace.” They left with their t
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TITANINC WAS DIALLING someone onthe phone with someone as he dragged his fatass out of his rolling chair towards the fridge for some snacks. He wandered alone at the food cooler box to gnaw on something while talking. When the call connected, “Yellow,” he said. “What is it?” the person on the other side of the line had that voice modulator that made their speaking voice garbled as if it’s gargling. The static of the tweaked larynx-generated wind force was missing its proper enunciation, but it was still comprehensible. The low-bass joe setting was a bit reprehensible, though. “First of all, how are you?” Titanic greeted. “Get straight to the point, Fat.” The boss meant business. “Wow, what a snobby muffin.” Titanic bit a portion of the blueberry muffin he found on the fridge then swallowed before talking again. “But I guess that’s not something new.” “What is it?” Titanic paused for a while. “It’s about Willow.” “
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1st Death Chapter 37
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