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                                    Legend of the Empyrean Blacksmith - Chapter 401
                            
                                                            
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... he whispered softly into the swirling gasses surrounding her . It was an unpleasant experience, the smell of burnt charcoal piercing her nostrils . The only sound she could hear was a low, persistent, grating hum coming from seemingly everywhere at the same time . There were no colors but the ashen and black, and there were no discernible objects she could perceive . It was dark and dim and dry, and it was lonely . Terribly, terribly lonely . "H-hello . . . ?"
She called out repeatedly ...
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