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... of food wafted from somewhere, rousing Jeanne d’Arc from unconsciousness. She soon realized she was seated on a chair.
No—she was bound to the chair.
The moment she flexed her arm muscles, she corrected her initial assumption. The drowsiness from waking up vanished as her slender body tensed. Silver light armor materialized over her, and the holy flag tipped with a spearhead appeared in her grasp. A single flick would shatter the magical chains restraining her.
"Alright, ...
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