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... the others.


In the game, this had been the time when the Dark Elf Army had launched their main attack. But now, thanks to Link, it was peaceful and quiet outside the city.


However, Link knew deep down in his heart that destroying the Portal Tower could only stall them for a little while. Their time was running out.


Mary continued on towards the city guards' barracks along with Link and the other human Assassins. She told them all about what she had seen and heard a ...

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