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... would complain, so now he would leave the castle, and run along the city’s outer wall… to be more precise, he would run perpendicular to the wall. Such was the amount of speed he put out.


He would run until the time came that his stomach rang out, and trusting in his stomach’s clock, he would return to the castle only to find breakfast had been prepared right on time. In a room without any other, he would eat his breakfast… Rudel’s daily life hadn’t changed in five years.


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