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... liar to me than the home I lived in as Lilith or even the one from my past life. On the first night back, I found myself unable to fall asleep and eventually woke up a bit earlier than usual.

“.......”

The faint light from the time stone showed a 4, which meant it was around 3:30 AM. Considering that we had only arrived late last night, had a quick meal, washed up, and gone to bed, I hadn’t even slept for three hours.

‘...I can’t sleep.’

Was it because I had nappe ...

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