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... h the faint scent of flowers, as if one could reach out and still grasp the retreating spring.
The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows fluttered in the wind, scattering dappled golden rays that slipped into the dark room and only added to the emptiness and chill instead of warming it.
From the floor, a painful murmur resonated, less saccharine than a delicate woman's whisper.
"Mother, be careful...."
On the large bed covered in black sheets and a brocade quil ...
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