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Chapter 51: The Ritual Begins
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... voice.
Marie’s face stayed flat, unreadable. She lowered the iron cross to the floorboards (clink) and cradled the small book in both palms like an offering.
"Playbook on your chest," she said, tone flat as a gravestone.
Gezza sat up, dragged the bag closer. The zipper rasped (shrrrk) like a dying breath. He pulled the Playbook free; it vibrated, warm, almost purring against his fingers. What the hell is that?
"Lie back. You’re wasting time."
He lowered h ...
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