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"Damn it, what a coward. That kind of man deserves to die. If he doesn't die of fear now, he'll turn traitor later. Good riddance. Go on, boys, douse his body with corrosive wine—wipe out all traces of him." The boss commanded with disdain. He had no respect for someone so useless, someone who died of fright.

"Remember when we first brewed this corrosive wine? The death toll was staggering