The Pariah - Chapter 3"Bloody hell..." Vichramme grumbled into his glass of brandy, as he slumped further back into his easy chair. "I can't believe she's making me embark on this petty errand...And she pronounced my bloody name wrong AGAIN!" He clutched his forehead in his hand. "It's been 12 blasted years! You'd think she'd learn it by now!""Petty?" Deckard chimed in, looking over top of the chair at him. "I dunno. What Tessa had to say sounded awfully important.""It's awfully not my problem is what it is...or it would be if she wasn't twisting my arm like that.""Oh come off it, Vic." Deckard tried to reassure his undead friend. As he spoke he strolled ove
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