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... resh cigar and stretched lazily.
The crumbling courtyard was overgrown with dead ivy, tangled around the ruins of a collapsed fountain. The night was bleak, the moonlight cold and pale as it spilled down from above.
Momonga stood silently in the shadows of the wall, completely motionless. He blended into the surrounding architecture so seamlessly it was as if he were part of it. For a full hour, he hadn't moved a muscle or even shifted his weight. His expression was cold and reso ...
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