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Chapter 37: No more third time

“No one knows,” the man said and gave Bola his food. He was rearranging the wine on the shelf to meet the order the taskmasters had placed on them.

Bola carried his bowl of bread and mutton and sat on one of the empty tables, at the end closed to the wall. The men on the other end were still whispering among themselves, and Bola wished deep down that he could unveil what they were talking about.

He shifted uneasily when one of the men from one of the tables lifted his eyes towards him, as if looking down on him. There was no smile on the man’s face, even as his eyes left Bola back to his company.

Bola swallowed the first bite and gulped them down with a glass of chilled

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