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... age.
Dante standing between his two pets, smiling.
A picture of easy friendship. Of shared peace she had not been invited to.
The sight was physical poison. Venom burning hotter than dragon fire.
The rage she had so carefully pushed down threatened to crack. To shatter.
She had played her part. Gone on their boring mission with the quiet swordsman and his lovesick shadow.
They had found the mana well. A deep, shimmering pool of pure, liquid energy. ...
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