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Chapter 117: An Attempt at My(?) Life
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... it gave her the calming atmosphere she always painted in. And yet, her hands refused to follow her thoughts.
She pressed a brush harder than she intended. An off-putting deep red streak stretched across the canvas, leaking down the canvas like an open wound.
“Tch…” she clicked her tongue, glaring blades at the ruined canvas.
Carefully, she lifted it and set it aside, replacing it with a new blank one. Reyna let out a frustrated sigh. This was the fifth time she did this t ...
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