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The old priest, beside himself with happiness, unmistakably found my shoulder and laid his withered palm:

- My boy. My boy…” he repeated, looking past me and smiling. “I’ve been going to this for so long, I’ve been waiting for so long ... Will I really be present at the awakening of Warcraft!”

“Well, well, father,” I embarrassedly looked away, although it was clear that there was no eye contact at all, “I came here for this, remember?

“Yes, but the act of awakening is an act of good will. You yourself must call God to our world, home, no one has the right to force you. And you may not want to.

— Yes, I understood everything.

“Come, I will take you to your chambers so that you clear your thoughts and leave a letter to the executor.” - The old man let go of my shoulder and, turning around, trotted to the corridor leading to the guest wing.

- Soul ... What?

“Of course, there are far fewer servants of the couple now than fifty years ago, and we will not be able to hold a holiday worthy o
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