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... e disappeared like an illusion.
Rand smoked his nose, and he smelled only the smell of high-grade incense—from the sheets and quilts of Egyptian cotton under him. The morning sun blew into the room from the window, and the curtains made of silk exude a ray of pearls. Compared to Rand's apartment near the subway and parking lot, this room is so quiet on this morning that people want to smile. A bird stopped at the balcony, and Rand heard the sound of its wings, but when he came to the balc ...
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