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The Wielder of Death Magic - Chapter 136
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... h laid on the table. Avon slept peacefully behind. ‘The party...’ he had drooled a bit before the nap broke. The sound of people swearing streets across helped in said awakening. “Avon,” he stretched, the time had come for celebrations. “What is it?” the spirit unwillingly spoke, the sleep felt too good to be broken. “Wake up,” Staxius, half-asleep he pulled the boy out of bed, the body light and frail. “Fine,” Avon reluctantly stood.
Without much hassle, the party joined up – the spirit ...
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