After the storm had passed. I got ready alone amid the silence of many people. I keep feeling the stares. Ah, damn it, it wasn’t easy to ignore them. A murmur of whispering voices. Curiosity, envy, jealousy. Emotions all too familiar. “Who on earth is he?” “He looks young. Which household’s son is he?” “…If he’s not from an Aristocratic...
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