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... the same material. Condensation dripped from the ceiling, forming droplets that fell with a soft sound, accumulating slightly on the floor.
The room was illuminated by the worn-out magical light crystals installed along the walls, and besides the boy sleeping on the rectangular altar at the center, no one else was present.
In the spacious hall dominated by silence, as if to shatter the stillness, the rough sound of leather shoes echoed from somewhere.
The footsteps gradu ...
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