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... lley, the faint glint of armor intertwined with a deeper, denser mist.
In a moment, the gray mist condensed into a silhouette, halting at the end of the alley. The friction of armor ceased, and heavy footfalls, treading upon still-damp puddles, produced an ominous rhythm.
"The Mourning Bell?"
"That, indeed, is your Mourning Bell."
As soon as the words fell, a flash of a blade, and Schiller momentarily vanished, reappearing behind the silhouette.
"Who's you ...
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