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... an Spirit for the time being even though the memories of the Spirit suggested that he was a perfect Assassin. Calling the Spirit Phillip was also weird since the young man had ceased to exist in Zayn's mind the moment he killed him.

Phillip had been annoying as hell. Thus, forcing him to do things and training him to become a perfect Assassin would be a blessing. However, at the same time, he didn't want to allow the Agile Human Spirit to be constantly reminded who he had been before Zay ...

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