8. Last Words (68) Whenever I wandered the hazy path, my consciousness blurred. Dream, boundary, unconscious…… Between the fragments of words flickering out one by one, an unfamiliar scene was gradually coming into focus. A memory I had always rummaged through. When I came to my senses, I was walking the path a certain man had walked. This place was...
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