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“He can handle it, Altris. He’s one of the Emrets. They always seem to last a rather long time. “As you wish sir. He will be transferred immediately. Would you like to visit him” “Not today, Altris. Maybe tomorrow, but right now I’m rather upset.” “What is troubling you, Mr. Field? Is there anything that you wish for me to assist you with?” “I’m just upset that they let him escape. They can never escape.”
Dead Wood Emilee Lamps
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