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... crystal slate was very neat and laid flat on the ground.
Its surroundings and surface were covered in a grey sticky liquid.
The liquid was still burning, and the temperature had not subsided.
Matthew looked at the crack nearby again.
That part had also been roasted by the extremely high temperature, turning into a clump of resin-like substance, almost sticking together.
"Olorin!"
Matthew couldn't help but think of his name.
Until this mome ...
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