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... dim, gray ceiling above. Cold sweat drenched his forehead, and he breathed heavily, momentarily unsure of his surroundings or where his soul might go. He couldn’t tell if this was a lingering nightmare or a real, haunting guilt.
As I walked along, a carriage passed by with a silver tulip emblem on the front. Having been in Crescent Moon for so long, I recognized the origin of that emblem immediately.
When I saw Zhou Xiaoxiao crying, I panicked and asked her what was wrong. She s ...
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