B2/37. Plan B...

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"Grandfather," The door to his office swung open. He hated it when his grandson refused to knock. If they were back at the compound, he would have addressed this disobedience correctly, but he couldn't risk the town seeing his true self. He had the town believing he was the lesser of two evils, and it was working. They were eating it up. Many townsfolk would come to him with their concerns about the town's direction, never knowing he was pulling the strings. He would do far worse once he gets what he wants. "I've told you before, Zachariah! Knock!" he growled at his grandson. He knew his aura didn't affect him, but it was enough to pass the message. He hated that he had no holding cells in this house. He'd remind his grandson who was in charge if they were at the compound. This was his p

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