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... wisted like ink-drawn serpents, never fully solidifying into anything recognizable. Each step, a bend in the way. The air hung heavy with a kind of emptiness that only those who had walked far enough into their own loss could truly understand. For every step Rin took, a name fell to his mind — not just any name, but the names of those he had failed. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
With each one, his soul fractured, a shard of it cracking like brittle porcelain.
He had walked countless paths to ...
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