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Underworld King
Naomi had never felt the strong urge to protect anyone as he felt for Dora. The last time he had felt something like this was the time his mum left the house without informing him or his dad and arrived three days later claiming she had to get some work done. He could remember the fear he felt as a six-year-old and the sleepless nights he had. When she had arrived, he expected his dad to lash out in enragement and ask her dominantly where she had gone off to. He had expected his love and worry for the woman to have been unleashed the moment she walked in on them arranging their old bookshelf but he said nothing. He greeted her the old usual way and went on with his business as if she had never left. This broke him so hard. His parents' relationship had been deteriorating for as long as he
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