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- Craven shook his head. “Too late for that, I’m afraid. My mind is made up. These are your final moments.”
- “Is that so? You’re going to give the order, then?”
- “It’s been a pleasure talking to you. Necromancers—”
- Pleasant’s hand blurred, and suddenly he was holding a gun, pointing it straight at Craven.
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