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"I'm not threatening you. I'm just speaking the truth!"

The cold voice echoed on the cliff, but no one dared to laugh again.

Because it was not funny at all, or to be more accurate, those who had laughed earlier were now tense, cold sweat trickling from their foreheads all the way to their necks. Their bodies were stiff

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