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Awaiting Aurelia
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The night was cloaked in darkness as Abaddon and Axel navigated the dimly lit alleyways, their footsteps muffled by the eerie silence that surrounded them. Abaddon's cold, calculating eyes scanned the area, taking in every detail with a precision that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared cross his path. Axel, on the other hand, wore a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with a manic light as he twirled a dagger between his fingers.
As they reached their destination, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Abaddon's demeanor grew even colder, his ruthless nature coming to the fore. This was a night of Mafia business, and he knew that emotions had no place in the world he inhabited. His heart was like a stone, impervious to any semblance of compassion or remorse.
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