‘…Who is he looking at?’ Ssshhhh— Rain was falling. Jioh stared straight at the archdemon of Winter. A sense of déjà vu, or something like it. It was certainly a man he’d never seen before and a first-time situation, yet it felt uncannily familiar. However— “You’ve got the wrong person.” At that cold, flat denial, the man gave a mirthless...
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