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𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, he thought. His eyes follow the priest’s withdrawal. Dominic lets the leash loose, grasping too tight onto it would discomfort him. Not now. He would love to see Ozias crumble, on his knees, in pain, not being able to contain his own grief until
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