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... your summons."
A soft, effeminate voice arose amidst the thick fog.
Clad in a white robe and donning a white crown, the decayed husband sported a faintly mysterious smile on his lips.
"My apologies, Prince Dmitry... and, the venerable Emperor Annan—oh, you’re still a Prince, aren’t you?"
He spoke in a strange tone, and extended an exaggerated bow towards Annan.
Annan’s eyes were deep and shadowy, void of any response.
Like those of a marionette, t ...
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