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affixed to the stakes. His body was now spreadeagled, the thongs pulled tight,

on the ground directly in front of the cage. He could smell the fat which was
smeared on his body and hear the wolves start to growl as they became more
excited.
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you change your mind?’
‘Go to hell where you belong, Brokenclaw Lee, son of a Chinese tailor and
a Blackfoot whore,’ he shouted.
For a second, he had the pleasure of hearing Brokenclaw lose his

composure and shout in outrage – ‘Kill!’
There was a rattling noise and, lifting his head, Bond saw a section of the
cage slide upwards.
Then the wolves came bounding and howling into the arena.
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