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... th a brighter crimson, harsh and glaring but no less menacing. The air was still dry and scorched, as if Hell exhaled heat with every passing second.
Damien hadn’t slept well.
The invisible fire that plagued Hell made rest a rare luxury. He had stripped off his black jacket, revealing the long-sleeved dress shirt beneath, but refused to go further. In a place where power was everything, wearing less would invite questions, and worse, suspicion. If anyone discovered he lacked a vi ...
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