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the man who preached purity. I turned around slowly. I looked Silas in the eye. He was trembling. Sweat was pouring down his face, ruining his expensive makeup. ‘You wanted to mold the clay, Silas,’ I said. ‘You wanted to leave your mark.
‘ ‘Well, there he is.’ I pointed at Terrence. Terrence looked up. He looked at the screen. He read the words. He continue reading …
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