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From Corpse to Crown: Reborn as a Mortician in Another World - Chapter 42: The Spirit that Wore My Name
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... he looked around Merry's home. She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Of course. I didn't expect anyone would learn from me. There were dozens of other morticians to run after."
As she said so, however, her hands were already summoning a slightly shorter redwood tree. He watched in awe as she plucked her own Grimoire out of thin air. It looked like a magazine with a smooth leather cover, and as she thumbed through the book, it stretched.
"Yours is quiet," he observed.
Merry sh ...
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