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... curious, resounded in the dimly lit room.
This room belonged to Trula, the vice patriarch. Currently he sat behind a long wooden table, a furry, comfy chair beneath him.
Trula’s eyes shone with a cold bright light.
"Of course not." he answered, a smile creeping up on his lips. "I’m going to see him die with my own eyes. Till then I cannot put my heart to rest."
"But how, Father? The patriarch has forbidden us to even go near him."
"You’re still not on my l ...
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