He had guarded this place for over a hundred years; he had lived in this world for over a hundred years; he had been lost, pitiful, joyful, and kind...
Yet at this moment, looking at the nearly transparent Aning before him, a base thought crossed his mind: "If only she would vanish."
Aning turned her head to look at the hand holding hers. A palm carrying a chill—this solid sensation, the kindness and warmth of a friend, the joy and triumph of obtaining it, the heartache and anger of betrayal...
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