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Chapter 110: Ayla Will Mourn
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sethlzaar blinked the darkness away, but he might as well have waved away the air. Unable to see, he sat up with ease. The floor was covered in grass and served as a soft bed to his rump, so much so that he hesitated to rise to his feet. But he did.
Around him was overshadowed in a familiar darkness, and when he took a step forward he frowned at the sight before him.
A rub
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