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... et crunched with each impatient tap. He pulled the cloak he was wearing tighter around his shoulders, the clasp at his shoulders doing nothing to keep the fabric up. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
The coachman was supposed to be here forever ago, and Cass could feel his temper rising.
"Sam, you gave them the right time, yes?" Cass turned, asking his henchmen the same question he’d been asking the last three times. Sam nodded, his own patience wearing thin as he stood next to Sir Forsythe.
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