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... > If washed, it might fall apart.
Sometimes, filth could also serve as a warming shell.
A nun with beautiful eyes, face veiled, hunched over as she worked.
She repeatedly pounded the medicine in her hands, hammer after hammer after hammer, pounding until the medicine turned to bits and powder, then poured it out and continued pounding.
The room was very dark.
Beautiful eyes were of no use h ...
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