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... hereby sentence you to die.”
The word “die” carried a heavy air along with it. None of the voices spoke for a second. Only the cold responded with its dry and freezing whisper.
Erin tutted. “Save your breaths, relics. Cease with the farce and get this over with.” She pivoted her sword and rolled her arms to loosen her stifling joints.
“Farce!?” one of the voices roared. “You dare mock the righteous judgement of Her Grace, thief!?”
“I mock your judgement. I am no t ...
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