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... muttered, shaking out his wings. Truly, they were absolutely beautiful; the snow-white texture of the feathers seemed to be mesmerizing to anyone who stared at them for too long.
They were originally his pride and joy, but now...
Dropping his head, he hid his smirk from the shade. "Let’s go collect some souls, shall we?"
Right. Hattie granted wishes to get souls. Maybe if he just gave them to her instead of bringing them to purgatory, she wouldn’t have to work so hard. < ...
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