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... , there was a gray prison. There was no one in charge of the prison, and the prisoners would only be transported off once it was time for their release.
There was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager on the shore. He was holding a fishing rod, and there was a small teacup placed beside him.
His eyes were expressionless, and he was cursing while fishing.
"Although I loved fishing in my previous life, you can't mess with me like this!"
"He died in an accident a ...
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