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... Kai remembered their every second, every minute, and the smell of dusty, old lamps over his head in the library. If it was in his hands, he could have stretched the time to sixty days.
An end was inevitable, though.
Kai was sitting on the same chair in the library, books, and scrolls strewn around him on the table neatly. His face was pale white, hair rough and tangled, and he had become leaner by such a degree that one could see the change. His eyes were sunken into his skull, b ...
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