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After hurriedly saying a few apologies, Kuboert fled from the crowd, standing in the corner of the banquet hall, breathing in the chilly air seeping through the window cracks. He loosened the tight collar around his neck to let himself breathe a long sigh of relief.
He felt exhausted, his muscles sore, and most unbearable was the throbbing pain in his head, as if a volcano kept erupting. It wasn't the first time he'd participated in such a long prayer—in fa ...
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