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... e in the village slept.
In the quiet Consuegra, where only the sounds of insects could be heard, a soft sob echoed.
"...I’m sorry."
A ray of moonlight filtered through the coarse wooden planks.
The priestess of the World Tree was locked in some storage shed, as there wasn’t even a proper prison in the village.
Sitting with her knees together and her head bowed, the gentle blue moonlight enveloped her as if trying to console her.
"I tried to save th ...
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