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... mosphere of gloom amplified by the all-encompassing obscurity. But nothing that could affect Achilles’ proud figure. freёweɓnovel.com
Standing cross-armed before a pond murkier than oil, he scrutinised the circles on the water. The first few shifted into ripples before icy drops splashed against his torso and soaked the ground. Yet, where anyone would have clawed at their faces and roared in agony, he didn’t flinch. Why would he? This was the very first water his mother had bathed him in. ...
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