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... be the pillowcase spread out in the sun every day, filled with the fresh scent of sunshine, or the top bunk bed at the orphanage. When I was young, the orphanage director used to clean my ears with a cotton swab while I laid my head on my pillow. That was my homeland, a place I could never return.
Like a broken light flickering its white breath, an alarm sounded in my head.
[You have died.]
[Your Hunter Class is S.]
[Due ...
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