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... quite precise indeed."
MacDonald’s chubby face was scrunched up into a grin as he respectfully bowed his head towards the coffin, whispering softly to Archbishop Louis beside him.
This archbishop was rather short, only reaching MacDonald’s height when he wore the religiously significant white crown.
Unlike MacDonald, he didn’t like to wear a smile.
But at this moment, a faint red glow was visible in his eyes.
"The timing is one thing..."
Louis res ...
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