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... estled in the western wing of the Holy Temple, a hushed obscurity, Altair was startled awake by a fleeting succession of subtle yet disruptive moans. As he emerged from the clutches of a disquieting dream, his pallid eyes fluttered open, his perspiring hands tremulously clutching at the pristine sheets beneath him.
In a state of partial bewilderment, he gradually assumed an upright posture, propping himself against the headboard of his wooden bed. Veiling his face with both hands, he rel ...
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