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... austion.
For a long moment, there was nothing—just the vast, hollow emptiness of a mind trying to anchor itself back to reality after a night of sensory overload.
'Is this what it's like?' Mephistopheles wondered, her gaze fixed on a singular, peeling crack in the ceiling.
'To sacrifice a legacy of sanctity just to tangle oneself in the messy, fleeting heat of mortals and half-breeds?' She felt ancient, yet strangely hollow.
The silence should have been a comfort, ...
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