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... ise. "Are you sure this is the medicine that can cure the benefactor?"

Luna didn't respond, but silently instructed Paul to keep adding wood to the fire.

Eventually, the stench in the air grew stronger and harder to bear, and the water in the pot had evaporated, leaving behind a thick, viscous liquid.

Luna asked for a bowl and carefully ladled the sticky liquid from the pot. Both Paul and his wife couldn't help but pinch their noses in disgust.

"My god, the smell! ...

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No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

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Who would want to return to this crazy world?

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I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

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“Don’t you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don’t you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!” The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

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