Strangers at the gates
They demand him, there are strangers at the gates. He goes out by the old and thick camouflaged door at the wall. You can never be too careful aga…
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May your name be accursed
He went into the hall. Brand-new, neat, and with the typical security of an office building. Ah! Not so usual. He felt the magical control over th…
