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... n her rush, the sharp edge nicked the tip of her finger, but she didn’t care.
Wide-eyed, Tiel stared into the shard of the mirror she held.
Reflected back at her was a frail child with gaunt cheeks, dull white hair, and golden eyes—a pitiful, wretched sight.
“Truly...”
I’m alive.
Tiel muttered to herself, her fingers brushing over the face in the mirror.
How am I alive?
She was certain she had died.
On that snowy day, on the balcony ...
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