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... ouded mountains nor drifting ethereal lights.
Instead, Victor found himself standing in the familiar surroundings of his old home. The sunlight felt warm on his skin. The air carried the smell of roasted sweet buns from the market street nearby.
He blinked with a stunned expression.
"...Home?" he whispered.
His heart clenched when he saw the front door slide open. His mother stepped out, smiling with the same soft brown eyes he remembered. The eyes that always fel ...
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