"If you want to ever see the boy alive, you need to impress me. Quickly"
Marat spoke slowly, his gaze steady on Naftali’s face.
“You know something, little child? I think it might be a shame to see your little mind go to waste. Just a pity. You’re clever, and there’s not too many boys like you in this world. If I’m the king of strength, then perhaps you’re the master of wits.”
“I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”
“I’m offering you a way out. Better act quick, or I’ll reconsider my offer.”
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