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Wenling was slowly regaining consciousness. A haze clouded her vision, her head ached and felt dizzy, and nausea rose in her throat. Rubbing the bruised spot, the girl vaguely made out the figure of Ramsan.
-There... some scoundrel... with a weapon... said to call you to the entrance... knocked me out. As for that... I don't know where she is.

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