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Vassal Albrecht PV | Formula and Solution "Death is determined not by the beating of the heart, but by the knowledge and memory of one's existence." When the name on the sacred tome's first page glimmers with ethereal light, that most mysterious Bell Ringer No. III—Albrecht Magnus—bent over his...

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