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... looked around at my surroundings.
There were many paths in the garden, between the shrubs that looked as soft as wool.
But there was no path to life. There was only the path that reeked of death.
“Raon.”
I raised my head upon hearing a voice, one that weighed heavily on my heart. A middle-aged man with what looked like white frost combed into long silvery hair stepped into view.
It was him.
Derus Robert.
Like a morass of death, the enormous garden billow ...
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