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The Wielder of Death Magic - Chapter 39
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... noticed. Her hair was oily and sticky, her clothes were torn and ripped. She was covered partially; her lower half was exposed. Eyes closed, she bore similarities to father Ashford outside; in the sense that she had – freckled nose. Her breathing was half asked, a feeling of dread and wanting to die oozed from her.
“Adelana,” He yelled. Caught off guard, she mumbled a faint, “y-yes”.
“Please follow that man who just left, I don’t care who does it.” He ordered as he entered the vi ...
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