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... oice was calm and yet it sounded raspy akin to sandpaper. Listening to it made one feel particularly uncomfortable.
The cold wind struck again, and the wooden windows of the temple shattered. A figure with a touch of silver and black domineeringly stepped into the room. The corners of the room were covered with dark red tapestries and gold threading, which made the place seem vibrant and welcoming. By taking a glimpse of this corner and its beautiful tapestry, one could see that its ...
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