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Plundering Worlds: I Have a Shotgun in a Fantasy World - Chapter 39: When the Pale Bride Smiled
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... wallowing the edges of the room. The air grew heavy, cold enough to see breath.
Then, through the mist, a figure appeared.
A woman.
She stood in the doorway, framed by the rain and fog. Her hair was long, dark, clinging to her face and shoulders in wet strands. Her dress was white, soaked through, the fabric clinging to her slender frame.
She was beautiful.
Delicate features. Pale skin. Large, dark eyes that glistened with unshed tears.
She looked ...
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