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CHAPTER 18: BIRD OF DESTRUCTION
THIRD PERSON THE MOON lighting up the night sky coated with a mushroom-like figure, dusty clouds filling the ambiance of the room—gives off extremely lucid and brilliant incandescent light in the middle of the prison bar. A perfect view to have at least a glimpse of a woman in a chair tied in a rope and mouth taped. A woman who is the turning point of all the hurdles and secrets. A woman named Leandra. Less of fear and ready to die, Leandra in her 40 years of age is looking intently with death glaring eyes at the man wearing a black formal clothes, who recently entered the room bringing a blazing fire in his impression named Voldemir. With his usual character in smirking and uplifting his eyebrow at its highest peak, Leandra familiarized his shadow. She knew the man, the familiar feeling
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