Chapter 220
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Caster took a deep breath as he stepped into the sunlit hallway. The small man had been kind but firm in his advice, urging him to act quickly. He couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping away.

As he walked, he couldn’t help but think about the possibilities. Now what if he got the perfect house? In his mind he was picturing warm evenings and fine mornings.

After that he glanced towards the jovial fellow standing beside him, The man introduced himself as Finn. Oh, you wanted to know
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