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"Baal?" Silence. "Baal, can you hear me?" Another silence and the culprit sat unmoving with his hands over his face. "Baal, you need to go. It's been two days since you've been here. Do you think that would make her any happy?" More silence. And Arman was beginning to lose his mind as well. "Your staying here isn't going to make her feel any better. You have national issues to attend to. You haven't even eaten anything tangible since yesterday. What happens when you collapse as well?" But Eduardo wasn't listening. Heck, his mind wasn't even focused on Arman. Different thoughts were swirling through his mind. The possibility that he might also be poisoned right under his nose. How was it, that he never knew his grandmother was being poisoned until it was too late? Despite their di
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