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... her." The old wolfish man, hair completely white thanks to his old age, said, his eyes filled with pity and sadness.
His words were addressed to the standing Loup.
Loup didn’t say anything — he couldn’t, anyway — his eyes transfixed on the pair of black gauntlets with needles spiking out of the knuckles resting on his hands.
His body was shaking.
They were inside the Workshop of Fenrir, on the lowest floor — the blacksmith forge, precisely — one Daggy Fenrir perso ...
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