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Chapter 171: Fear shook morvek castle
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... od at the threshold of the sitting room, his coat already on his shoulders, his sword hanging neatly at his side a long-held habit whenever he was about to return to the castle. His expression was cold, his mind already halfway home, leaving this place behind.
But before he could take a single step, a soft voice called from behind the sofa.
"Demian..."
He stopped.
Ivanka lay there, her pale face looking far too perfect to be coincidence. Her hair spilled across th ...
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