Retiring to his secret lair at Maralago, Donald smoothed his hand over the skull, revelling in his talent to oscillate between his prime followers and the general public, saying whatever appealed to a particular group. No one knew of the private collection that fed his evil doings, but the book of spells to insure their loyalty was the key.





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