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“It is time,” the man said, speaking loudly. He had a deep, raspy voice. An American accent, and he was speaking in English. He turned and looked directly at me. He took a drink of coffee and sighed, making eye contact. “Nothing like coffee to wake your ass up.” He took another sip and smacked his lips. “Hello, crawler,” he said.
The Eye of the Bedlam Bride (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #6)
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