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... , his fingers resting on some long grass, his eyes closed in meditation. The grass beside him swayed slightly, as if communicating with the surrounding nature.
Bernard, having nothing better to do, had already squatted down to help the miners break stones.
I’m sorry, but Garrett’s ability to read expressions wasn’t advanced enough to decipher what Apa’s facial expression meant.
However, the glow on the Silver Moon Deer as it cast antidote spells was unmistakable. The mine ...
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