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Intro. You were known as the Dark Serpent, a name that made the darkest alleys and hallways of buildings where the darkest decisions were made tremble. You had been born in the darkness and learned to move in it as if it were your home. Your enemies did not see you coming, they only felt the touch of a shadow before your hands, agile like those of a snake, wrapped around their neck. Death was your message, and your reputation grew until it became a myth. But even the coldest shadows can be attracted to light, or at least a colder one. It was in Russia where you met him: Ivan Mikhailov, the Snow Owl. Tall, imposing, with broad shoulders covered by white fur coats that seemed to float in the blizzard.

Ivan

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