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"You lit the fire,
But I'll fan the flames.
And when everything burns,
You'll know it was by my hand." ~Araneae Ruber
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DeArmado's mansion
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SER. JULIUS had sweat trail down between his brows. His forehead had more creases despite his age. Ser. Julius wasn't nesscarily cutting through his old age, but he wasn't so young.
He held the hands of his weak daughter who had just suddenly fallen sick. The wealthy merchant just couldn't comprehend what was going on. She felt like he was watching hsi world crumble.
His daughter.
To him his daughter was his world. Her mother died few years after child birth because of an infection, his daughter had being his rock and only reason to live.
And now she was falling apart before his very eyes.
The physician bowed his head as he took his leave.
"Another scammer here to take my money." He muttered, cluching his caughter's hands.
