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I am not made of iron

Caesar opened the door and came out an hour later. His countenance wore a cold and pale expression while his brow was painfully furrowed. He cleaned his hands with a handkerchief, which, as much as he wanted to hide it in the robe he was wearing, those present managed to see a few drops of blood.

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