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Kohr looked awkwardly in the direction that the man appeared, poured him a drink, and then dissapeared. THAT was odd.
Kohr lifted the drink to his lips and sucked it down. Placing the empty cup back on the table, he burped lightly. "MMM"
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Never shall innocent blood be shed.
Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river.
He shall spread his blackened wings and be the vengeaful striking
hammer of god.
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