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LA SANGRE DE LA TIERRA
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Luiz turned his head slightly and called out, his voice was loud and commanding. “Miguel! Bring de chest we brought with us.”

From outside the room, muffled footsteps echoed, growing louder as they neared. Moments later, a muscular man in a dark jacket stepped into the room, carrying a small, iron-bound chest.

The chest looked old but sturdy, its edges were reinforced with steel and its surface was marked with faint scratches, hinting at years of use.

Miguel set the chest down on the wooden table with care, the sound of its weight thudded softly against the surface.

Luiz waved a hand dismissively, his expression was calm but firm. “Gracias, Miguel. Now, leave us.”

Miguel gave a slight nod, turned on his heel, and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind him. The air seemed heavier now, filled with an unspoken tension.

Luiz reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, brass key. “Now, Marvin,” he said, with a tone that was low and almost teasing, “prepare yourself. What yo
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