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Chapter 297: The Power of Death.
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... decay.
The silence in the abandoned tunnel was thick, almost solid - as if time had stopped there, smothered between the dead tracks and the stories no one wanted to remember.
He walked with slow steps, his boots echoing in the shallow, dirty puddles of the old New York subway. There was something lonely about that moment, but it wasn't ordinary loneliness - it was the kind of isolation that only someone with too much power and too little patience knew.
The search was ge ...
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