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... rent, holding a tuft of white hair. Her expression faltered, and she murmured to herself, "How could this happen? Why am I so white? Who am I? Where am I?"
The incessant sound roared in her ears, yet she heard nothing, her mind filled with the sound of her own questioning.
"Darling, come quickly, mother will take you for an outing; the mountain flowers have bloomed, let’s go compete in flower picking with the sisters." A lavishly dressed lady from ancient times stood at the stree ...
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