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... e climbed back onto Orson’s shoulder. She half-pretended to faint, muttering, “Ten times the reward! No, I need a hundred times—yes, a hundred times!”
“I’ll accept a thousand times if that’s what it takes. Everything I have is yours,” Orson said solemnly, but in his mind, a devilish whisper echoed, “But you’re mine, so what’s mine is still mine. Fair enough.”
“This farce should end now.”
With those words, Orson casually walked out of the blood mist, startling Ghost King, ...
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