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Chapter 2: Tears Of Joy
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... ir glow flickering across the cold, damp stone floor. The scent of blood and decay filled the air, a testament to the countless lives lost within these depths. Yet Oliver Von Rich did not flinch. His weary, sunken eyes barely registered the mystical radiance surrounding him.
The only sound that truly reached him was the wet, grotesque sucking noise coming from his arm.
And then, intensionally, Oliver flicked his wrist a bit, allowing his blood to stain the man's garment.
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