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... ten showed to those whose souls he carried to the undeworld. For them he was enchanting, for her Death was creepy. Because every time he smiled, the muscles of his face didn’t move, there were no light in his eyes as if he was swallowing it from its surrounding itself. He looked horrifying no matter how she looked at him and yet people would often say that dearg was beautiful. Oh, how she wished she could open their eyes and prove to them that death was not beautiful.
She crossed her arm ...
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