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... ssoms scattered their hidden fragrance in the depths of winter.
The blind boy's world, however, had no color, only ink and blank spaces.
He saw his strength stats rising, which filled him with increasing joy. Ignoring the night, ignoring the weather, and ignoring the pain in his arms, he just focused intently on sharpening his blade, again and again.
The pure white lines of the blade moved back and forth in the darkness, the rust falling like fine dust spreading over ink- ...
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