Shadow Tongue nods and pulls out a napkin with the numbers written on it.
He then returns to his chair by the door, replacing his knife to his pocket.
He remains silent, keeping his muddled thoughts to himself.
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Shadow Tongue nods and pulls out a napkin with the numbers written on it.
He then returns to his chair by the door, replacing his knife to his pocket.
He remains silent, keeping his muddled thoughts to himself.
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Matthew turns and leaves the room, lost in his own troubled thoughts. What else was there to say?
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