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... o drape over his shoulders.
"Who is cursing me, really?" Wiping his nose with a handkerchief, Leonardo looked up at the azure sky and the solitary warm sun and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"After all, we're in the mountains, and the wind on the lake is strong, that's how it is." Standing at the bow of the ferry, the guide sent by the Holy Machinery Court Hall chuckled and spoke to Leonardo.
On the other side, Silvanic wrapped the blanket tightly with disdain: "Oth ...
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