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... e tension radiating from Hawthorne, the poor guy practically sweating bullets under his mask of composure. Ah, yes, perfect, Judge thought. This is what villainy is all about, making people squirm without lifting a finger. He sat back, crossing his arms, trying to exude a vibe that said I know everything about you, when in fact, he had no clue what Hawthorne was even doing inside the researcher's office.
"So, tell me, Mister Hawthorne." Judge was trying too hard to sound domineering. He ...
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