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Chapter 2: Illusory World
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... , after all, so it was only to be expected.
In fact, you could tell it had the promises of winter, because―
"Haa..."
―Whenever I breathed out, that sort of white mist floated up, brushing past my face like the emissions of a steam train as I walked.
Most of all, this bleak sort of mid-Autumn cold really was numbing. My body was thin; it didn't take much for a chill to bore deep into my bones, so I didn't like it at all. Of course, it's not like I had much of a cho ...
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