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As they stood in the kitchen, they let the wine flow, celebrating a murder well executed.
The body of their old orphanage matron, called The Dragon, had been a sight to behold.
Tom noticed Tee-An. She wasn’t happy. She’ll give the game away. She’d have to be the next to go.
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