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Chapter 242: Sheltered Wings
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... ad pressing against the rough bark of a tree trunk.
Sweat drenched his white T-shirt and black pants, glistening under the harsh sunlight as fresh beads rolled down his body. His right hand still clutched his sword—barely—before his grip loosened, and the weapon slipped from his fingers, landing with a dull thud on the ground.
With great difficulty, as if his body had turned to lead, Lumine turned himself around, collapsing onto his back against the tree trunk. His chest rose and ...
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