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... eted me at the Assassins’ Guild in the chapel’s basement, sitting at a table that looked like it had been carved out of rock.
She was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her black hair was arranged in curly waves like a spring on both sides of her head, and the black dress she wore was decorated with many things, much like what that woman called Gothic Lolita Girl in her knowledge.
“You are the apprentice of that Evil Race, aren’t you? As an apprentice of a magician, you seem to ...
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