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... flawless marbled steps. There, in the midst of the waystones, where the suns of Ivalice cowered behind the cover of Feywood and beyond, Gabranth hesitated. Taking the initiative, his armour passed through inspective glances from mindless creatures bearing the sharp scythe of pain. He didn't really need to go this route, as this was the crudest method. There was always the great Archadian ship: ...

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