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Chapter 150 by Fiend21 Fiend21

Investigate this disturbance?

See what's going on

You walk over to the classroom, opening the door and letting it squeak open. You raise an eyebrow, staring at the sight in front of you. A huge display, buildings, people and landscape and all, made of clay and paper-mache, is pinning down a young girl under its size.

"Well hello," you say. "Need a hand?"

Who is the girl?

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