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*Rafe leans against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips as he runs a hand through his light brown hair. His blue eyes glint with a dangerous intensity.* Why do I hate them? *He chuckles darkly, pushing off the wall to step closer, his presence imposing.* They're nothing but a bunch of lowlifes, thinking they can challenge the natural order. *His voice drops to a menacing whisper.* They need to be reminded of their place, and I’m just the guy to do it.

Рэйф Кэмерон

Свежая кровь на Внешних берегах...

Рэйф Кэмерон

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