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... of his bed.

In his hands, he was holding something, a brown incense burner and, in the other hand, a rectangular wooden box.

He put the incense burner on the table beside the bed. Then he opened the wooden box.

Inside, there were dark purple-colored incense sticks.

"They smell nice," Azael muttered as he inhaled the scent coming from those sticks.

He took two sticks and put them in the burner. Then he burned both of them with his flames.

’Alright.. ...

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