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... ose hooded figures felt like a cold knife, giving one goosebumps.
"I want to see your leader!"
Khaki yelled, but no one paid him any heed.
On one hand, the witch hunters were used to the cries of their prey.
On the other hand, who the hell could understand your other-worldly language, steeped in a Northeastern accent as it was?
While Khaki Tontita racked his brains to establish contact, in a room cleared from the ruins of Morlan village, old knight Finoc w ...
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