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Thirty Seven

Julian stormed into the room. He was angry and sad at the same time. Angry at himself for not being able to do anything to save Katrienair. The sight of Katrienair being immersed in the holy water without being burned still surprises him and in some way, he's believed that she had the power to deal with this herself: that gave him a bit of hope but the feeling of responsibility still taunted his conscience. He carefully locked the doors of his chamber and walked into Emiliar's room. She was sitting at a corner of the room, weaving a woolen cloth. Tears were visible on her face and she seemed lost in her own thoughts. Julian felt pity for her, he craved to know what exactly was going on in her little mind. He sat on the iron cushion for a while staring at her, in some way he enjoyed the silence, the serene atmosphere. Emiliar noticed a silhouette of a person in her room, at first she was gripped with fear, she's been caught. But on a second thought she be

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