vagualame's

Updated: June 6, 2025

The young woman bent her head, mastered, ready to accept any orders of Vagualame's before they were issued. All she asked, in a timid voice, was: "Where am I to go then?" "Far from here." "Why?" Vagualame's smile was evil. His reply was like a series of sword thrusts.

Marcel Allain - A Nest of Spies