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... in texture, there was almost no difference.

Two days later, she called the second elder over and handed him the bone knife made of ivory.

“Take it and report back.”

The second elder’s injuries had yet to heal. His head was wrapped in thick gauze, and there were several deep scratches on his neck and the back of his hand. He looked rather disheveled. Fortunately, his face was rosy and he looked well.

He had seen the prophet take out the divine artifact before, but he h ...

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