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Montagne smiled as he pulled out some of Hawthorne's clothes. "Exburant..." he muttered, then took his knife out and started cutting off some of the frills off of the shirt. He looked up at Elias when he came back and smirked. "Put it on the table," he said, taking off his shirt and motioning for him to get back on his knees.
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In bellum, victoria.
In pacem, vigilantia.
In mortem, sacrificium.
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