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“Er spürte ihren Schmerz, als wäre es sein eigener. Und nichts anderes hatte er verdient. Er hatte zugelassen, dass die Dunkelheit, deren Hüter er war, entkommen war und Unschuldige verletzt hatte.”

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Book:Die Gilde der Schatten
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