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... ter than the previous day. He had no idea when slept off but he was happy to have done so.

He was laying on a small bed in a room that looked like something out of an ancient play.

He was still looking around in curiosity when the door opened and his maid walked inside with a tray of freshly made meals and the aroma made his stomach grumble.

"Good morning" she greeted with a smile, causing him to smile back.

"Eat your food and we will take a walk with Agatha befor ...

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