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... ’s not the kind of thing you guess in the middle of a conversation, like commenting on the weather or asking if you prefer tea or coffee. Only I know this, because I was the one who suddenly recovered the memories of my past life, damn it!
The lake water cools on my waist. I feel the air fleeing my lungs as I keep my eyes fixed on Ravenna’s figure, whose shadow is cast in front of the moon shining in the distance. It’s a divine image, but I feel like I’m on the wrong side of things, beca ...
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