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... pression somewhere between disbelief and fascination. Then he let out a low laugh—dry, almost sarcastic—and slowly turned to Raphaeline.
"I must be going crazy, right?" he asked, as if commenting on the weather.
Raphaeline’s eyes widened, her pale face contrasting with her fiery red eyes. A drop of sweat trickled down her temple, followed by another, and then another. She looked like a statue about to crack.
"V-Vergil... this is no time for jokes!" she stammered, her voic ...
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