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... heelchair.
The sunset’s afterglow streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting its light on him, but it couldn’t warm the complexity in his eyes.
He remained silent for a few seconds, didn’t look back, and his voice was deeper than before: "Saying these things now is meaningless. Let’s go back to the room and rest."
"How can it be meaningless?" Eleanor Churchill’s voice carried a slight tremor, her skeletal hand tightly clutching the armrest of the wheelchair. ...
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