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He was just over twenty, brimming with youthful vigor.
Deep-set eyes bore a kind of decadent beauty, skin pale under the sun.
"Just you? You’re just a stinking kid, you—" The Cohen Family Head still spoke with disdain, but suddenly, his words halted abruptly, his gaze frozen on the sky above.
The surfaces of the dozen or so planes all bore a number and a symbol.
The Cohen Family Head’s attention wasn’t on the symbols, but the numbers. < ...
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