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... to collect."

— Grand Marshal Rhys, Death Order.

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"Damn it!" Cail cursed. He almost got tripped by his cat. If he hadn't immediately steadied himself, he would've probably been eating a mouthful of mud right now.

"God, this stinks." Cail couldn't help but scrunch up his nose as he held the package. It smelled like sulfur and rotten egg. "It better not be something illegal."

This package had bee ...

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