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... ound rolled through the ancient structure with ease and reached the morose-looking man seated in the throne room. The castle was old, much older than some civilizations, and it was empty. The curse of time had torn through furniture, carpets, and every other piece of decoration, leaving the vast hall barren except for the towering throne and the young man sitting upon it.
The brows of his almost childlike face creased as the wail resounded again, an echo of "Master!", "Master!", and "Mas ...
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