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Ethan strutted along the ivory lining, his propriety exceedingly evident across the bloodshut room. Perhaps the bright lights dimmed too much what the naked sight could see, yet the young sentinel couldn't care less. The gallant whispers made their way through the otherwise stoic demeanor emanated by his presence. 'What a watse,' mumbled Ethan, as he shrugged off the anointing remarks. He knew too much.


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