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... in tapestries as I stared into the distance. There was a tray of untouched freshly picked fruits in the small bronze table in front of me and a bottle of exquisite wine, one I had no business drinking from.
Overall, my external appearance was that of total indifference— cold. Expensive. Comported, a stark contrast to how I really felt. A total opposite to the war brewing like a storm in my heart.
My hands trembled slightly as I heard the sounds of approaching footsteps, and knowi ...
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