In my memory, I still remember this exquisite and gorgeous room, but it is covered with a gray veil.

Two more quaintly dressed wizards were constantly changing spells to fill in the details of the room, and the delicate minarets rose like spirals, like gods.

The two wizards were fat and thin, tall and short, the short and fat one was Lukewood's ancestor, and the other was named Percival Rackham. This surname Cyrus has not heard of, no

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