Monika If

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His fingers were inches from the Sinsar Dubh. “Barrons!” I shouted. He flinched and looked back at me. His eyes were black on black. “Jericho,” I cried. Barrons shook his head, once, a violent jerk from side to side. Moving like a man with
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