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... would go along with my words, but when he said ‘I understand’ so casually, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling horrible. I felt hurt, and I tried to deny what I heard. I wanted to laugh, thinking it was a joke.


At the same time, I could feel myself getting into an endless cycle of guilt.


Since that day, I hadn’t said a single word to Assisi. I would smile and greet him, but the coldness between us made an awkward air for the party. Even Havel’s guards were shocked by it.

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