Prologue

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A pungent smell wafts through the dim light room filled with fresh corpses strewn across the floor.

"Did any of you manage to find that scum, Alan Stone?" Asked a gruff voice coming from a rugged looking man, with a scar running across his left eye.

"No, he got away, Boss," came the deep growl from a rather large and rough looking man.

"Then we'll have to find that treacherous fire breather and snuff out his flame," he sneered.

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