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Chapter 870: Alan Peccator: Origin(2).
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... few pieces of raw flesh were stuck between his teeth. His legs felt numb, and there was a particularly raw feeling of pain in his gut. Alan sluggishly opened his eyes, finding the Lighthouse towering over him.
He could hear the crackling of a fire, and so, he turned his head, seeing a small fire heating a pot; nothing was holding it there, only magic. A sweet scent was emanating from the pot, making his mouth salivate.
A broken, ruined hand stirred the pot with a stick. Alan exp ...
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