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... one to wrap himself in any sort of cloth before, the crooked shape of his body, the broken skull that gave sight into what looked very much like struggling and screaming souls, the minuscule amount of feather clinging to the lower back, forming a semblance of a tail, two misshapen and atrophied wings…
The minor lord had never looked even a quarter as agile as he actually was, always carrying around this immense greatsword which he used to channel his innate ability of dustening, and that ...
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