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                                    EVEN AS A SLAVE, THE HEAVENLY DEMON'S MIGHT SHALL TAME THE BEAUTIES - Chapter 12: THE CALL TO THE RIFT
                            
                                                            
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... painting the rugged surroundings in hues of gold and amber. The air carried the scent of damp earth and faint traces of smoke from last night’s fire. On an old, creaking wooden bench sat a hulking figure, his massive frame dominating the space.
Milner, a giant of a man with a presence as intimidating as a tempest, methodically cleaned his broad axe. His braided blonde hair, streaked with dirt and sweat, hung like a wild mane, while his battle-scarred armor and fur-lined cloak bore silen ...
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