The Astarte of the B
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His face was pale and drained of color, but he still seemed spirited.,But just as the dog was about to pounce on its owner, a slender black shadow brushed past Lane's leg.,Drawing his crossbow bolt from the quivering dog skin with a "poof" sound, he wiped it clean and returned it to his pocket.。