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... ld maple wood felled three hundred years ago. The doorframe was inlaid with delicate silver ornaments, dignified and replete with historical sediment.
The office was eerily quiet, even Anello’s previous screaming had ceased, no longer echoing in the expansive three-story mansion.
"Loren…!!"
Anello, whose whole body was bound by the Anti-Magic Ice Spikes, started to feel intermittent stabbing pain from being moved. But compared to the terror in his mind, the physical pain ...
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