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... ts were both garbed in white clothes, smiling at me. Some were cheering loudly and hugging each other.
That was my… first memory as a homunculus.
Back then, I was incomplete. My artificial soul lived in a borrowed body, unable to leave the glass tanks of growth medium.
But even so, my parents spoke to me with a smile, occasionally reading me a picture book or two.
I was happy. I believed from the bottom of my heart that I would be able to stay together with my kin ...
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