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オリジナルの投稿元:The New Dojo
1/7/2018 4:41:40 PM
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After a three day journey back to the Celtic isles, Zane would arrive at the Pants shop. When he walked in, the old man seemed to be almost excited.
“Ah? You’ve returned...come, come.” Ralphie said, raising the entrance to his desk so that Zane could go back into the vast library of cloth.
English
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Zane entered the near empty street now. If was late, and the shops around the area seemed to be closing down. The tournament was over, and it seemed that Bedlam had won. A light snow began to fall from the sky, resting on the stone paved road. [spoiler]End it with your next reply. [/spoiler]
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[i]Zane shivered slightly from the cold, his body quickly adapting to keep him ward. He snapped his fingers, a tiny flame quickly forming before being snuffed out. He chuckled to himself as he headed back to his boat, and prepared for his trip back home.[/i]
