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... ps, the Ashen Whisper by her side. She passed by the cell where the professor had offed himself in silence.
Her brows knitted, descending further down. The prisoners that remained were all too tired to hackle or harass, barely able to spare a passing glance after heavy interrogations.
She followed into the previous chamber as the countess glanced up from the floor, with a calmed, greeting smile; only to be responded with an arm-crossed glare from her visitor.
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