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073 Fresh Milk and Traces of the Past
Author: KaJiKaRin 02
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Krai let out a low groan. His eyelids, heavy with sleep, fluttered open to greet the late afternoon sun bleeding through the gaps in the bedroom curtains.

His peaceful nap hadn't been violently interrupted by physical noise, but by a suffocating surge of magical energy rippling through the air. It was a massive anomaly, radiating directly from the heart of the elven estate.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting the dull throb pulsing behind his eyes. 'A magical presence this strong... who
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