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... ght’s expression changed.
A look of profound recollection entered her eyes—the kind of look that spoke of memories buried deep in the distant past, of events so ancient they predated almost everything Joy could conceive of.
There was nostalgia there, yes.
But also a bitter pain, as if she was touching wounds that had never fully healed.
Then, slowly, a gentle smile spread across her face.
"Evil and righteousness." She murmured, almost to herself. "Good and ...
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