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... arly across the entire ship from first class,
a middle-aged man with greasy and messy hair wiped the sweat from his forehead anxiously.
He grabbed a passing blonde youth, who winced in pain, and asked sharply, “Hasn’t Paul been found yet?”
“I told you, no—”
The youth retorted impatiently.
“What do you mean, no?”
...
At that moment, a cold and hoarse voice, slow and dragging, came through.
A chill suddenly seeped into the room. Peopl ...
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