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Chapter 145 - The Season of Hunting
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Krais tucked the rolled-up parchment back into his coat and spoke.
It was a rough path—an uneven, sloped rock trail that made breathing difficult. Still, it wasn't so bad that he couldn't talk.
"Rem, Rem is..."
Hoo.
He exhaled and wedged his foot into a gap between the rocks.
It felt a little precarious.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, a hand appeared—Enkrid's outstretched hand.
Grasping it, Krais pulled himself up.
Behi ...
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