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The Dungeon Order

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-07 21:52:52

ISOLDE

I dragged the man through the village, passing by the other villagers as they watched but no one dared to stop me.

“What do you want with him?” I demanded, but

Knox only laughed in a way that seemed as though he was amused by the question.

“You’ll see.”

“I’m not doing this for you.” I said through clenched teeth as I continued to drag the man across the village.

“You already are.” Knox responded to me.

The man stumbled as I pulled him along, his breath uneven, and I could feel his f
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