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The Wielder of Death Magic - Chapter 868
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... ential entourage. Her lips juggled between speech and quietness – in the end, choosing the former.
“Step outside,” she whispered.
Ziu glared; intent on getting his way. Elon had a flash of uncaringness; he rose a hand to the guards. They flocked at him and pushed metal objects against the man’s muscles – the intent hit home. He lowered his head, pushed an embarrassed smile, and left; two behemoths remained at the young Patek’s side. In a way to preserve what little dignity remain ...
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