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... is hands and feet trembled, and cold sweat slowly trickled from his neck.
In those poems, from the mouths of minstrels, in every boisterous tavern, the name of Baird shone like a resplendent sun, captivating all who beheld it.
However, here in this deserted courtyard,
the hero Baird was actually talking to himself in front of two mummies!
Yet Baird’s expression was normal, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were mummies, laughing and talking as he recounted ...
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