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... he late night. A crescent moon hung in the clear night sky. The cool breeze brought a pleasant feeling of intoxication.
The banquet was enjoyable. Contrary to the expectations of his military comrades, there were no fried fairy or drinks made with dragon tears. However, the table was adorned with equally exquisite dishes.
‘Dawn.’
Ronan’s gaze suddenly shifted to his waist. The Sword of Valon, now his new possession, rested there.
Still, the reality of it hadn’t fu ...
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