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... with the smell of mold and alcohol. At this moment, she was no longer in the gorgeously furnished reception room, but in the depths of a deep, dark tree hole formed by tangled roots.
To be precise, in the depths of a tree hole formed by the tangled roots of dying roots—the surrounding trees were dry and cracked, which reminded her of the shriveled mummy she had seen in the circus when she was a child.
and many more…
Until this time, she didn't realize that the vision ...
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