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... a Li’s heart, and the gap from deceit, disappointment, repression, anger, and malice turned into vivid red poison thorns, stabbing out from the pitch-black mire, rooting into her young heart.
The Devil’s voice lingered by her ear, like countless people murmuring around her.
"It’s not what you think!" The Owl raised their voice, "If I didn’t say this, you simply wouldn’t be willing to leave with us!"
"Ask yourself, isn’t that true?"
"You have no opinions of your ow ...
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