Chapter 95

He then hung up.

Marc stood dead still in the middle of the hallway. He wasn't empty enough to have an animal reaction, so he just rested his forehead on the wall and tried to catch his breath.

"We will talk".

They would talk About what? Lies were not spoken. They were not negotiated. Either they believed, or they didn't. And no one believed Pedro because he wore wolf skins so much.

It was as if the stars had aligned against him. The cosmos conspired against him so that time would pass more slowly, so that Moore would have decided to enslave him that day with thousands of tasks that, yes, required his attention, but he didn't need to give it with such urgency. Marc already knew that whoever lived up there didn't think much of him: God always looked the other way when it came to him, and he had never complained until that day. It seemed cruel, even ungodly, to punish him in this way. Far from sounding like the victim, he considered t

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