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... . The grand hall was dimly lit, while above, the ceiling was made of transparent crystal, through which faint glimmers of light could be seen.
"Tsk tsk..."
Despite the seemingly righteous and selfless words of the Prophet of Truth—appearing as though he spoke for the Covenant, for the San’Shyuum—only a fool would believe him.
In politics, no matter how dirty the schemes behind the scenes were, as long as the facade was maintained and outright conflict avoided, there was a ...
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