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the trust. I thought I had 10, maybe 20 years left. But today, today showed me I might not have 20 minutes. I saw the change in their faces instantly. The fear evaporated, replaced by a hungry, predatory gleam. They leaned in.
They smelled blood in the water. What are you saying, honey? Beatatrice asked softly, sitting on the arm of my chair and stroking continue reading …
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