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Chapter 41: Elorha

Sethlzaar sat uncomfortably in the seat. The cushion was plush, a very delicate touch to his butt, unlike what the seminary was prone to offering. Its size was massive enough to accommodate a second person. It was decorated with embroidery of such beauty only the best in the art could have done it, and the wood was carved beautifully with intricate designs of its own. It was a throne in itself.

However, what he sat on was not the source of his discomfort. It was where he sat: The sanctuary of the Arslagh head church of Truth, the

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