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Rolling his eyes at the tender moment, Dreggan drank his last potion to heal his wound and started to make his way up the mountain. When he was sure noone was looking at him, he frowned in deep thought. Would his friends have to deal with his past as well? Could he keep his own creeping past under control? Only time would tell...
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