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Chapter 2: The Turning Point of Life
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... middle-aged policeman with a face full of wrinkles sat on the metal bench in the police station corridor, his tone more resigned than anything else.
Beside him sat a young man who looked like a student, probably about eighteen or nineteen. His features were very delicate, somewhat feminine, but for some reason, if you stared at him long enough, you’d feel a certain sharpness in his brows.
"Those things are very dangerous. If not handled properly, they will become deadly weapons. ...
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