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His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. \"His name is John Diedermayer. " "But warn the aunt, prepare her, if she lives. Figg," said Jack. "Souls," she answered, drily.
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