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... yast’s name.


Five years ago.


It was the specialized people under Rayast who dealt with the accident caused by Neil.


Given his relationship with Alexander, he naturally turned a blind eye to it.


“This old thing.


“To be able to live to this age, the heavens really have no eyes.”


John looked at the steps in Foresee and grinned.


From all the pathways that would lead to a change in the entire situation, Rayast’s accidental death wo ...

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