Malek ducked as another wrench went flying past his head embedding itself in the cinder-block wall, behind his head. “We’ll get him back!” he screeched, jumping out of the way as Abigar launched a hammer at his head from across the room. “You fool!” Abigar bellowed. “The collector has called the... Sign in to see full entry.
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