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... idn’t you say it was fail-proof? That I wouldn’t lose it even between the expansive blue sky and the vast yellow spring?”
In the gloomy, death-laden city, scattered with bones and teeming with the mournful cries of Spectral Souls, a young man with his hair tied with a golden clasp, cloaked in a white robe, coldly stared at two grey-robed elders fiddling with a compass like magical instrument. His voice roared like a despicable ghost, an enraged spirit’s howl,
“Why is it untraceab ...
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