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... d in his spiritual vision.
Lighting a candle couldn't possibly blow away my Judgement Court, could it?
Mr. Demon felt an inexplicable palpitation, watching the young nobleman on the altar.
His silvery-grey hair rose with the smoke, the noble's white shirt rustled in the wind, his back was straight, his dark boots stood erect on the heels, and his dark blue eyes held only calmness and kindness. If one ignored the blazing flames behind him, and the deep red moonlight spread ...
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