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... e warmth of his arms wrap around me.


"I-I am fine." I replied. "What happened? What about that man?" I asked and looked at the burning pile.


"He is probably nothing more but ashes." Regaleon replied. "Unfortunately, that pile of ashes is Raymond's"


"Poor man. The countess would be devastated to know that her eldest son had perished."I said while looking at the burning corpse of a man. "What might have happened to him, Leon? Is it the making of that man t ...

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

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