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... juries and a constant smell of oil and gears.
Right now, the old priest was sitting behind a dull circular table and concentrating on a mechanical creation in his hand. It was an item that looked like a Rubik’s cube, and with the help of some ingenious tools, he disassembled it into a pile of parts for further examination.
When Vanna approached, her tall body had blocked the lamp light next to the old priest, causing the latter to look up at the person coming over: “Oh, it’s Your ...
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