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... stant howls.
The fog obscuring her view from all sides.
She glanced down at the marble white stone beneath her feet, the path that never seemed to change no matter how many turns she takes.
Stretching her body, she couldn’t quite get used to this sensation.
There wasn’t this... sense of restriction.
Even with her physical powers weakened, her movements weren’t ’held back’ by the golden chains.
In this dream, her body was ’free’.
But the big ...
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