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... cold seeping through the cracks along with the wind outside, rolling in like smoke-chilled air.
At this time, the room was silent and tranquil.
The burly blacksmith merely watched the scholar who had burst through the door without moving.
His face, hidden in the darkness, was unreadable, but his eyes were losing control, malicious intent materializing into a faint, ghastly green glow.
This was the malice of the dead towards the living.
"Get lost," the str ...
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