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Russell pulled the phone from his ear, “The food is from a local restaurant that specializes in Turkish cuisine, so it’s definitely… halal, was it?” “Thank you.” Listening to the call, Denzel took a bite of the food. His taste buds sang joyously as he savoured the meal in front of him. There was only so much he had to look forward to, but, if this man was willing to help, he was willing to work for his keep. He lost himself in his thoughts as he took a drink from the cannister his sister brought him from one of her little adventures, smiling whimsically. A few minutes later, another man walked into the room. The power that oozed from this man made him wish Russell had not placed that call. It made him feel like his only hope was to grovel and beg for his life to be spared. Trembling, he
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