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... room, dozens of pairs of vacant pupils glittered with an eerie light.
The dark gray curtains fluttered with the breeze, carrying a pungent smell of blood. This was like the last straw crushing the camel’s back; Zalan Graves’ legs started to weaken. The man’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he uncontrollably collapsed to the ground, supporting himself with his hands. He opened his mouth but could only gag.
As the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in Ame ...
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