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Twenty Six
Inspector Eallric was still half-hearted and unsure, infirm, undecided and somewhat erratic about allowing Gerey fight the tyronimics; the Saviour of the world - or even train at all for the battle or more precisely, warfare.
After seeing how brutal the tyronimics were, harbouring the dejection, gloom and misery that Gerey was dead at some point, and also, having gone to the root, the source and start of all the problems, too - which he kept from Gerey and Aunt Brione, Eallric thought it was the best decision to send him with Brione to Ledale - which was affected less by the tyronimics.
At least, that was what he wanted to believe but deep down, there was more and it had to do with Lene Woodye - the perfect NCU TV reporter.
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The sun unfurled and spread its much welcomed warmth that Sunday like the ripple of a drop of water landing in a vast, blue ocean and spreading to the fancy shores and cocon
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