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... y been two days since our match began.”
She stepped lightly, so lightly on the snowfield as if she would slip on the ice.
A world covered in white.
The black hem of Master’s clothes flowed like a brush on white paper.
-How long are you going to run away?
There was another brush following after her.
Its strokes were tougher, stronger, and more intense than Master’s. It was a brush dipped heavily in ink and pressed hard on the paper.
-If it’s a movement sk ...
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