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... of her mouth curled in a crooked smirk. There was a glint in her eye.
Standing beneath the drooping sunlight, the alchemist grinned with a twisted smile—not one of evil, but likely a mask to withstand the malice directed her way.
"Did they really think I wouldn’t be able to drink the water? Seriously?"
There wasn’t an enemy directly in front of them, yet Anne spoke as if there was.
"You pitiful bastard, lacking in both power and imagination. Did you think I’d fall ...
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