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... p> It wasn’t the artificial glowstone of Doomheim.
It was real sunlight, streaming through the now-exposed ceiling of Doomheim.
“Mm...”
Ashies shifted restlessly in bed.
The artificial glowstones could have their brightness adjusted, but the sun didn’t have such a function. The sun's light struck directly at Ashies’s eyes, a focused assault.
She pulled the blanket up over her head and waited.
Quietly.
Soon enough, the sound of approaching f ...
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