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... in front of me.

In other words, the author whose identity I couldn’t figure out.

Let’s call him the black man for now.

The black man seemed surprised that I spoke to him.

I thought about staying here longer, but I realized that I shouldn’t do that when I felt the sensation earlier.

‘It’s dangerous to linger here.’

Did he read my expression?

The black man’s gaze changed.

I could ...

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