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... p> Darkness.
Unclean.
Michael had been no different before he became a Necromancer.
A part of him had once thought he'd be stuck with rotting, foul-smelling corpses and brittle skeletons.
Fortunately, that wasn't the case.
His undead weren't decaying husks that looked like they'd fall apart at any moment.
To be honest, all of them exuded a certain kind of strange beauty.
Like the black griffin soaring through the sky now.
Under the ...
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