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Vargo met Vera there.

Are you going now?

He said, observing Veras appearance.

His hair, which had been grown out for so long, was now neatly trimmed. He had cast off the ill-fitting clerical robes and was now wearing the far more familiar armor.

The ashen pupils had regained their lost light, gleaming sharply.

Vera bowed his head.

Yes, I intend to go.

Vargos eyes shimmered as he watched Vera.

He realized that the man who had bee ...

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