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The Matriarch’s Mark

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enjoying the spectacle.
“You lost, grandma?” he sneered, his gravelly voice dripping with patronizing amusement. In the background, another club member sitting at the bar turned to watch, waiting for the frail old woman to scurry away in fear.
But she didn’t blink. She didn’t shrink away from his massive frame or the suffocating tension in the room. continue reading …

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