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... er head, telling me not to worry. The look of surprise on her face bothered me. I wondered what she meant.
“Do you have any guesses?”
I asked, staring at the Holy Sword leaning against the desk, her shaky voice echoing in my head.
(I don’t know, and I believe it’s best not to ponder it.)
“But it’s been getting on my nerves.”
I grumbled and began to organize my messy desk. Papers had accumulated while I was away. One by one, I read, stamped, and categorized ...
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