Chapter Twenty Three

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Death.

Soon it will come for you, boy.

Soon it will be following you around.

Soon, you will be taken by death.

Soon, your body will only be my trophy.

Oh you son of a...

I can hear nothing from your room.

You must be dying. Too much blood loss? Not my problem. The cleaning maids will clean it all up.

Oh, and a couple more things, Max.

We have never been friends. We have never gotten along.

Oh, and Max?

Tell your father that his brother says hello.

That is, if you survive that long.

Goodbye, pathetic little curse.





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