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Chapter 159: Merry Christmas (2)
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... ower.
Some called her a beautiful doll.
And while that wasn’t entirely wrong, it wasn’t entirely right either.
Ashies had desires—some even stronger than most.
Like right now.
In the underground city of Doomheim, the special luminescent stones embedded in the ceiling cast a warm, golden light, mimicking the morning sun.
The dwarves, ever diligent, finished their simple breakfasts and, as if on cue, began their work at the forges.
Clang. Cla ...
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