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... emon beast. However, his current "reality" was completely different.
He stood under the hot sun, wearing tattered robes, digging the soil with the bare hands of a small human child. Rows of spiritual herbs grew under his care. He smelled fertilizer. He heard the buzzing of insects. He felt hunger. Weakness. Hope.
He carried water buckets. Argued with a greedy landlord that had the eyes of a mongoose.
Counted pitiful Spirit stones carefully by candlelight as a way to make ...
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