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Chapter 0050

No answer.

The room heated. The brunet extended his hand toward the cigar cabinet, only to grab a cleaver, its blade rectangle, broad and sharp. Before I could process anything, he slashed the blade over Uncle’s arm.

Val jerked behind me, her hold on my shoulders tightening. Uncle’s shriek was lou
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