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... irection of the voice.
What I saw was a young-looking woman with brown hair and two gray eyes looking at me with compassion. Yet I felt something strange inside me as I looked into those eyes.
Is the feeling I get from those eyes really compassion? It feels like it, but...
My head suddenly began to ache, and then the delicate voice of the woman who owned those eyes entered my ears again.
"Come. We have to go."
Her voice was comforting, reassuring even. But ...
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