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... eye, it is necessary to ensure that the hot spring will not be in the infinite years in the future. An outbreak, even if there is a possibility of an outbreak, then the so-called strengthening of the ground, sealing and so on are not feasible. After all, a sudden earthquake, a strong man who passed through this place and died in various ways. Such an accident may invalidate his means.

The best and easiest method is probably to move the entire underground spring vein and drain it to anoth ...

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

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