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... of the dilapidated house, which seemed darker than usual. The warmth of the small heater had vanished, leaving behind only hardened ash, indicating that the place had been devoid of human activity for several days. Even the few potatoes inside the cracked supply box had begun to rot or sprout small roots.
In the corner of the room, on a desk cluttered with crumpled papers, sat a pale-skinned human youth. He leaned his forehead on his right hand, which rested on a white sheet of paper fi ...
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