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... ting that the café’s second-floor balcony had received an uninvited guest.
Kael leaned back on the sofa, resting his head against it, with his legs crossed, staring blankly at the gloomy sky.
A delicate glass teapot sat on the coffee table in front of him, mold creeping up its inner walls, withered tea leaves, and the decayed remnants of fruit at the bottom, barely recognizable.
Perhaps at some point in the past, stylishly dressed men and women used to sit here, drinking ...
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