He felt the ground for the reassuring grip of his cleaver. Once he had it in his hands, he crouched...
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By some existential quirk of fate it seemed I owed him money. Owed Kasim that is. Yes, deep down...
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He felt the ground for the reassuring grip of his cleaver. Once he had it in his hands, he crouched...
By some existential quirk of fate it seemed I owed him money. Owed Kasim that is. Yes, deep down...
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