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Chapter Twenty One - A Proprietary Blend
Chapter Twenty One - A Proprietary Blend William I felt cold bands of dread wrapping around my chest, constricting my ribs, even as Michael smiled like a kid with a new toy. He went to the desk and pulled a set of keys from his pocket, before carefully unlocking and opening the bottom most drawer. He pulled out a glass bottle with a rubber stopper on the top. “Here it is,” he said, his eyes sparkling as though he was holding his greatest treasure. I saw nothing through the dark glass. “What is in it?” I asked again. “It is a proprietary blend made from compounds of wolfsbane, amaryllis belladona, and colloidal silver.” I wrinkled my brow. “But how can just coating the arrowhead be enough to kill?” “Oh no, that’s the magic... it doesn’t kill you right away,” Michael lowered
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