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... significant amount of time. It wasnt until the ghostly grey realm had fully dissolved from view that his rigid posture began to soften.
We got lucky, he murmured, It was just drifting past. Otherwise, I wouldve been forced to retreat. An apparition of that potency would mean certain death to anyone who dares to face it. And judging by its appearance, despite not being confined or imprisoned, it appears to be under some form of constraint. That explains the deliberately folded hands arou ...
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