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... took her makeup off.
The State Preceptor, speaking and acting without haste or pressure, neither intense nor slow, bland and emotionless, felt utterly like a wooden figure.
Not cold, not cold at all, yet so eerily calm.
So calm it almost felt numbing.
There could actually be such a person in the world.
Like a living dead.
She decided to try him out.
After washing her face clean, she walked briskly to the designated place, under the pavilio ...
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