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... s nothing to worry about. Looked like his limbs moved with no restrictions, the pressure on his body was nonexistent, as well as the invisible weight that followed behind his every step. Even reaching out with his senses in half-expectation of some presence lurking somewhere, waiting for the trap to spring, turned up no results—at least, none that revealed themselves.
Pondering about it as he scratched at his chin, Jonan mumbled under his breath, "This is weird. Why is this eighth step d ...
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