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... hroat sounded rather pleasant."
"That year when I was twelve, that dagger, too, I melted into scrap metal, and you punished me for it..."
"But you knew, Master."
He repeated once more, as the man in the green robe slid his palm under the chin of the elder, lifting his face to meet his own, and smiled:
"My things, even if destroyed, I won’t give to others."
"I’d rather destroy them."
"Bring it up..."
In the midst of the mist, a "Danfeng Vall ...
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