Chapter 41 : The Devious Deal
"Sometimes the deal with the devil is better than no deal at all"
-Lawrence Hill-
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The clicking sound of her heels echoed throughout the cold marble floor of the nearly empty room. The only sight to be seen was the soft burnt ochre wall masked by shelves of a rather peculiar collections of antiques. From rusty books to antique guns adorned every gap in between them, yet it was still somehow neatly arranged. It was not the most bizarre part. What was truly difficult to ignore were the lines of wolf heads being displayed on the walls, each with a similar terrified expression with their mouth wide open, showing an array of sharp teeth and fangs, recalling the moments before they were shot and turned into a decoration piece. How much blood had
