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The Wielder of Death Magic - Chapter 345
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... refused. Coughed and unstable on her feet, Serene helped in fetching a chair for the guest. Narrowly gazing upon the laboratory, the puppets spoke volumes in terms of intimidation. Glimpsing back and forth inside where he worked, the eyes felt drowsy.
“Ready,” the door opened with a whistle. “I’ve got the cure,” he smiled and walked to she who sat.
“Cure for what?” paused, she scoured her memories for answers, “-oh, yeah, the supposed antidote,” breathing a painful sigh, her wate ...
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