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As he noticed the tattoo, Gerrin froze, the color draining from his face. “Uvazhayemye Gospoda, nyet (Dear God, no)” he whispered. The crew looked at him. “What’s wrong?” Gerrin looked up, his face ashen. “It’s Irina”. “Who’s Irina?” Aldous demanded. “My sister!”
-- Tales From the Nordic Troll: Man-Made Monsters (part 1) by MikeBroome
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