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A Bill from the Grave
Author: A.K.AN NUR
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"Your time of payment has arrived, Emperor."

The voice sounded extremely hoarse, wet, and heavy. The words seemed to be forced out of a throat that had long been clogged by dirty fluids and thick mud.

Caleb Thorne sat silently in his chair. He stared at the shattered glass on his desk. A sticky black liquid with a very pungent smell of crude oil continued to drip onto the stone floor. The puddle of toxic oil merged with the shadow beneath his leather shoes.

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