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... wly ignited, and waves radiating from his hollow eye sockets, sensing whatever they touched. This was the skeleton’s way of observing the world.

The soul stretched out and landed on Ange’s ribcage, the exact spot where the pecking sounds were coming from. A small bird was pecking at the damaged part of Ange’s rib, plucking out and eating the seeds embedded there.

Ange maintained his position and let the bird clean his body. This was good for him. The seeds embedded inside would s ...

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