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... possibly sit back and take the beating. With his face ashen, he commanded his men to surround William.
William’s face was full of emptiness, as if since the death of the woman he loved, he too had lost his soul, becoming a soulless creature that neither cries nor laughs, feels neither sorrow nor joy.
He simply stared at Charles, speaking with a voice devoid of emotion, "I neither fight nor compete. I know you want to be the next king. Before going out to sea, I even made up my mi ...
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