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... ordinary scene unfolded.
How long do you intend to obstruct me! Do you fiends truly wish for death?!
Your feeble tricks are futile, you wretched fool!
Your petty schemes wont work, you despicable creature!
Ashley Betcher was in a frenzy, angrily ranting and mocking all by herself, seemingly in a state of delirium on her bed.
Masain, holding his sword anxiously, quietly asked Logan.
Is it a demon Your Highness?
Ashleys face, or rather the en ...
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