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"What do you do, Sir?" Lady McNally asked.
"I collect jewels, silks, and fine art. Of course, some people call a Thief. I'm not a Thief. Besides, I was doing a job for Sir Charles...." James answered, then she had a sad look on her face.
"Sir Charles is dead. He was my Uncle" Lady McNally said, crying.
"How? And I was in the dark M'Lady. I'll get you a new bodice" James said.
"Oh, thank you, Sir" Lady McNally said.
And they held hands together.
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SaTaN's BeLLS (Book One)
HorrorIn London, England, 1860, 22 year old James Maygrove, enters a demonic Manor where demons dwell looking for riches that he was told was there...but what he sees is beyond horror, as his sense of reality is fractured, as well as his sanity. The new h...
