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... his eyes.
Cold sweat fell from his forehead since the beginning, but he did not have time to wipe it off. Words had being spoken one after another between the Heraldic humans and the high-ranking officials of Ghazalia. The elf scribe did not even have time to breathe properly. By the end of the joint meeting, Reishaw’s fingertips were almost numb.
However, although the task itself was extremely modest, it was an indispensable role for meetings of powers. After all, each one of th ...
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