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... candlelight, the yellowing paper, the white feather quill.
The background immersed in darkness.
Morca, with a big beard, dipped some ink and wrote a line, then paused, seemingly pondering something.
Lifting his head, he asked Adelle, who was sitting opposite him with legs crossed, "I don’t understand, why didn’t the Elder Council act right away? They could have spared the lives of many descendants, not needed to wait for months, and wouldn’t have given Giant Snake City a ...
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