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... s something small, like a breath.
The volume of her voice is so small that it melts into the night and disappears without becoming a clear word.
“Gatsugatsugatsu, kuchakucha……”
Countless corpses were devouring the flesh and blood of the man who had died.
Like hyenas devouring their prey, the sight was so cruel.
“…………”
The girl with chestnut hair slowly shakes her head at the horrific scene and walks slowly through the cemetery.
At a slow s ...
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