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Chapter 655: I already have strength
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... ands in his pockets, his golden gaze taking in every detail amidst the ashes and shadows. The wind carried the smell of smoke and burnt iron, mixed with the sweet odor of death that still permeated the streets.
His footsteps were quiet, but each one resonated as if it weighed more than the ground itself.
“Hm…” he murmured to himself, lifting his chin slightly. “It was good I waited.”
His thoughts flitted between recent images. The old blacksmith Kaelen, his gray eyes fill ...
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