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... ce, from which something colorless and intangible overflowed.
Anan could hear whispers in his ears.
Annan barely caught a slight fragrance in the air. But, he couldn’t figure out the specific scent it was. After all, he hadn’t studied the spices of this world. He could only barely detect it, which seemed to be the smell of either pepper or burnt wood.
Of course, Annan was confident to remember it if he were to reencounter it next time.
Suddenly, a line of blood-red, scrib ...
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