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... liberately, almost cruelly slow—my voice cold and flat, the kind of tone that didn’t just carry sound but weight, as if each syllable were a stone dropping into a grave. Even to my own ears, I sounded like I was delivering a verdict no one could appeal.
"Eh? For crying out loud, is there still half a month more? These past few days have been the most nerve-shredding, soul-quaking days of my entire miserable life! I can’t even endure one more sunrise in this cursed wasteland!"
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