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Chapter 59:
Author: PRINZY N
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The heavy oak doors of Domingo Donxiote’s office rattled shut quietly with a soft, menacing thud, closing Sarah and her father into the luxurious but somehow claustrophobic room. In this room were depictions of the power of Domingo: dark polished wood, leather bound books on floor-to-ceiling shelves and a massive desk cut from a single slab of obsidian in a shapeless diamond. There was a faint smell of expensive cigar smoke lingering in the air, a memory of Domingo’s last visit. He sat behind the desk, an armchair Lord, all his chilling face fixed on a slender, inconspicuous smile. Sarah and her father sat next to him, on comfortable yet cushiony leather chairs, sat like two thin, overgrown children.

Sarah’s father, a man who had become famous for picking his locks and taking the sharpest chances, cleared his throat, trying to project an air of calmness he didn’t have. “Domingo, ” he said, a little resentful as he spoke, “we need to talk about... my obligations... the contract underly
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    It seemed as if the air at the Donxiote mansion was no longer only tension, but weighted, cloudy and heavy with an oppressive silence which seemed to take out all sound, all hope. Sarah sensed it gripping her, that sort of sacklike creepiness that wrapped itself around her like a drape and tightened with every breath. She moved through the grand rooms of the mansion like a ghost, her steps obscured by thick Persian rugs and her gaze far away. She had tried to talk to her father, to find a way out, to breathe new life into the spark of defiance that had once embodied him. But his spirit seemed dead, his eyes empty, his answers one word after another. He was just a shell, weighted down by the weight of Domingo.Domingo, however, was not done with his lessons. He never was.The door was bolted shut, and a guard arrived. “Mr. Donxiote wants to see you and your father in his study. ”The words were polite, but the tone very sour. Sarah heard one more blast of ice running through her veins.

  • Chapter 65

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