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"You tried to bury me,
But I was a seed.
Now that I've grown,
It's your turn to be buried." ~Araneae Ruber
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SER. JULIUS HUMMED, his thought was parallel with Peter. He knew he had nothing to lose. He was even given more than he expected.
But there was a catch. There had to be a catch. This was too easy, too good for him.
Complete plan for the ship project and also the antidote for my daughter.
Too good.
Too good to be true.
Ser. Julius rubbed his temple. "You claim you have a solution, Lady Luella." He began slow, his voice hoarse.
"Yet, no physician in the city can even name the illness, why should I believe your words."
A small smile crept on her lips. "Because, Ser. Julius, you have no other option." She tilted her head as she stared at him.
