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... ite plaster walls, a woman in her mid-twenties, also plain but dressed in a white priest’s robe, smiled serenely.
Her flaxen hair flowed freely around her shoulders. She was not flashy, but her well-defined nose and eyes and soft atmosphere gave off a beauty that justified her being called a “saint”.
Ursula, the saint. According to the folklore that remained on this continent, heroes and saints were chosen by spirits when evil appeared in the world, but she was not a real saint i ...
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