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... to keep clenching until knuckles turned white.
His chest felt as if it was being crushed by a heavy stone, making breathing somewhat difficult.
This brightly lit space, this office that should have been a comfort to him, had instantly turned into a closed cage that he still couldn’t escape from, imprisoning him more clearly.
It should have been a connection to the imperial capital.
But how could such a familiar yet unfamiliar voice be coming from the other end? ...
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