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... e gods, be in this prison?
He moved his transparent body in an unfamiliar manner, approaching closer to Liv Hamelsvoort.
She was gazing vacantly into the empty space. Her once-white dress, now turned yellowish, was close to rags. Her white hair, appearing ashen in the darkness, was tangled in disarray. Dried tears clung to the corners of her eyes, and her lips were cracked and parched.
More than anything, what made her seem so unfamiliar was the utter lack of vitality in ...
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