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, froze. He looked like our father-thick neck, watery ey

blinking rapidly. "Clayton said he

in your night, Dexte

mace. He stepped in front of me, blocking the doors. "You can't go in t

guards. "Get her out of he

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inch. I didn

ased a fractio

t of the Ivy they remembered. It was

ibly. He took a step back, his ins

n his forehead. "What... what is that?" he gasped, clutchin

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er his own feet. The guards lowered

, the heavy double

e years ago. Tonight, I was