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Chapter 102: Nightmares
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... n any reason.
And now that he was here, he couldn’t think about anything but leaving.
He could feel his skin crawling every time he turned his eyes to a new surface.
The mahogany hardwood floors were impeccably cleaned and smelled like they had been recently polished.
Every wall was lined with some form of trophy. Be it an old, worn weapon, a jewel the size of Dakota’s head, or framed letters written by famed nobles.
Solomon fantasized about burning the pl ...
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