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Chapter 62 – Rudine Eckhart (1)
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She was sure her fingers had touched the passerby’s body, but it was as if it were a phantom with no substance.
No, perhaps the one with no substance was herself.
“I can’t touch anything…”
Neither the dirt strewn across the ground, the people passing by without a glance, nor the mysterious metal objects moving through the streets.
No matter how desperately she reached out, she couldn’t touch anything.
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