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Arno blinked, visibly confused, as he took down the troublesome guards of the illegal gambling den in response to Kunta’s question.
He thought he had seen a black lion appear briefly behind the black-haired youth.
“The Black King of the North? ...As my grandmother said, one cannot inherit the Black King unless the current heir dies... Could it be an illusion?”
His grandmother, Sword Master Felicia, had once sat him on her knee, sharing countless ...
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