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... starting to blur. But there are still a few things I can never forget.
One of those things is the dungeon.
Memories carved into my body, rather than my mind, instantly flood back the moment I face that place.
Because of that, I can say this for certain: There is no way there’s any smell of blood in the dungeon where Ruel’s puppet waits. How could a dungeon watched over by a noble and meticulous paladin ever reek of decay?
Ah, damn it. Nothing ever goes according t ...
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