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21. ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐–๐ž๐š๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ

The heavy wooden door of the cabin slammed shut, but the echo inside Raktim's head remained.

He slammed his palms onto the desk, leaning forward until he was looking directly into his sub-inspector's anxious eyes.

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Chandiniwrits

Imperfectly perfect!