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... sembling claw marks left by an unseen hand.
The grand halls of Ipwang Fortress’s main stronghold, built entirely of pristine white marble, seemed to absorb even the moonlight’s faint glow, as if they were parched land drinking in the last drops of rain. Thus, even in the depth of winter nights, they remained pale and ghostly.
Ma Gwang-ik’s pavilion was no exception.
Rustle.
A swordsman clad in a dark hood and blindfold entered the grandmaster’s office. The hem of ...
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