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... r the anomaly.
—The little goldfish was ill.
Since he awoke, she grew weaker by the day.
Like a quickly withering flower, wilting and fading, eventually with breath as faint as a whisper, lying in his arms, her skin as pale as snow, almost transparent, her body so lightweight it seemed as if it never existed...
Milton Bryce sat beside them, silently wiping away tears.
Aaron Ray stared blankly at her in his arms, feeling a sudden loss, as if his dream was s ...
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