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... flickered in the evening breeze, and a vine leaf spiraled through the tower-like skylight, landing on Jilo’s forehead.
Jilo brushed the leaf away, stroking his stubbly chin, looking haggard as if he had fallen seriously ill.
Ever since he was kidnapped by the villagers of Red Mill Village from Holy Grail Mountain to Gulag Monastery, he had been imprisoned in this abandoned turret.
As if he had been forgotten by everyone.
There’s food, there’s clothing, but all da ...
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