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... and stuck in some part of the past flared up like flames.
“When I close my eyes, I still see you falling down the stairs in front of me. You, bleeding profusely. My love. My life. And my child who has now vanished from this world.”
The food he wouldn’t eat was miserably crushed under the knife Reynard was holding.
The anger ultimately exposed each other’s wounds that shouldn’t have been brought to the surface. It burst out and poured forth like a violent explosive, as if ...
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