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... lightning flashing through his gray eyes that were soaked from the pouring rain was returning focus to his hazy eyes. Soon, the drunkenness flew away and fluttering feathers were clearly projected onto his pupils.
Pure white feathers. The figure with a faint glow that was uselessly divine. It was a sight that could only be seen on the stained glass of the Rebecca Temple in the past.
A symbol of the ...
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