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... that looked like a huge black eye, sat a woman wearing a white hood and long trousers.

  The woman's appearance is ordinary, her face is as sharp as a man's, and she has a terrifying aura that makes one's heart skip a beat even with twelve rings.

   This person is Pope Sandra Wilson of the Eye of Death.

   Crack, crack, crack!

  A woman wearing a white hood and a green skirt walked into the palace, stopped more than ten meters away from Sandra Wilson, bowed her head ...

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