MY HIDDEN IDENTITY OF BETRAYAL AND REVENGE

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before it filled with voices. I wanted to know how it sounded

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steady. That

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ive, and familiar. But halfway through his presentation, something faltered. A quest

vered q

quic

d. Silent.

d. The way his answers became just a fraction longer than necessary. The

wasn'

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as his

is throat and said, "With respe

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as exp

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ice didn't shake. That felt like a victory I hadn'

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illed h

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