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... 𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Aoshi slowly opens his eyes — his head throbbing, his vision slightly blurred. He’s lying on his futon, no longer wearing the blood-soaked clothes from before, but his pajamas. With the shutters completely closed, it’s impossible to tell whether it’s still night or if the sun has already risen.
Instinctively, he brings a hand to his face — nothing. Not a single trace of the blood that had splattered across him during the brutal execution by the Chikuma Rive ...
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