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- Avarice put his hands around Geitel’s throat.
- “Goodbye, my friend.”
- He twisted hard to the right, making an obscene snapping sound. Geital slumped to the ground. Everyone stared on in horror. Everyone except Acelbe. The bastard traitor had long since fled.
- But Avarice would find him.
- THE END
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