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... ully into the grave—you only need to pray."
Annan murmured softly, "The unfortunate ones shall sacrifice themselves to the furnace of misfortune. My hands shall be scorched, thereby becoming strong; my feet shall be scorched, thereby becoming nimble. My pupils shall be scorched like glaze, thereby allowing me to gaze upon the chariot of the heavens..."
At this point, Annan suddenly paused.
He immediately asked Naifertali, "What kind of furnaces are inside the Grey Tower?! ...
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