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... d, surrounded by voidlings that were no longer restless, and in front of her—the Codex Gödelian, which had been submerged in silence for the past few days.
Beelzebub lightly dozed near a stone, while the wind blew, carrying a strange fragrance: not the refreshing aroma of flowers, not the frightening scent of death—but the aroma of something that had no name. Among the gentle whispers of the wind, it seemed to echo the souls that were trapped, waiting to be freed, creating a deep sense o ...
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