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... he night grew darker and darker, the hotel lobby which was requisitioned by the church of the God of Aristocracy, was ablaze with lights. A knight in black plated armor came down the stairs and reported to a woman sitting in a chair near the door. She had been leisurely reading a book.
The woman put down her book. Her beautiful face showed a little astonishment and doubt. “That’s so strange! Crick should have fled. Could it be that he doesn’t have a scroll which records transmission ma ...
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