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... her than footsteps, they all heard nothing as he approached them.
It seemed he was drifting, like his feet were barely touching the stone.
He wore robes of deep, midnight blue, embroidered with constellations that seemed to move on the fabric. His face was a map of wrinkles, carved by time and terrible knowledge, and his eyes were completely white.
He wasn’t blind, but it sure looked at it.
Above his shoulder was the crest of a Scholar Class and a level of 150. ...
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