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... {Would you like a short break? Your life's third volume, 'When the Sparrow Falls,' has concluded.}

"...No. Continue. Let them suffer... And I... I need to say goodbye."

{Understood. As you seem eager to press on, we'll forgo the pleasantries—except to commend you on reaching your next chapter. Congratulations.}

"Just tell me the damn title."

{Very well. Welcome to Volume 4: I Saw a Dream.}

"..."

{May it be brief... or merciful.}

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