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... >On top of the SWORD Mountain...
The cold wind swept across the snow peaks as clouds drifted beneath the towering cliffs, giving the place an almost divine presence. At the edge of one such peak, a heavy stone door slowly opened.
The first prince of the imperial British family, Mark Smith, finally came out of his room after a deep seclusion.
His aura was calm, restrained, but suffocatingly dense, like a blade hidden within silk.
Thinking about taking the ...
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