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The Wielder of Death Magic - Chapter 843
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... ir hips, the wiser women strolled atop a bleak bridge. A gentle stream, rare in Elendor’s climate, washed toads and pebbles- crystal clear to the point of seeing the depth. Heading upstream, one would arrive at a large, for lack of a better word, square. A simple rectangular door beside which the water flowed from gates.
“Wait, wait, wait,” waved a flushed butler, “-hold on ladies,” he gasped, “-king Juvey will be here any minute, have the horses been prepped?”
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