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... carrying a trace of reminiscence as he slowly recalled the first time they had met.
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It was a night a year ago, the darkness as thick as ink, at midnight during winter, and the street was already very deserted.
The dim yellow light that lit the road seemed to bring a chill.
Suddenly, a burst of noisy voices broke the silence of the night.
A disheveled figure stumbled out from an alley; she was dressed in black leather, looking like a sprite of the night, ...
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