Chapter 76 The Witch and the Sanctum's Key

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[Rina P.O.V]

My stomach let out a faint traitorous growl as I navigated the winding corridors of the Western Spire.

The smell of herb-crusted sea bass felt like a lifetime ago, replaced by sterile cold scent of old stone and floor wax. I adjusted the strap of my leather satchel, weig...

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