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... now staring at him.
‘A lunatic?’
He looked like someone who should’ve been drooling from the mouth.
His torn gambeson, old scabbard, and dented helmet all screamed of madness.
Outwardly, he looked like a mere madman, but Graham gripped his sword and shield and took a stance.
The ragged figure let out a breath—huff—then blinked his bloodshot eyes several times and spoke.
“Busy. I’ll finish this quickly.”
The tone was casual, but the murdero ...
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