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... th faint wisps of clouds like white foam on the waves.
Su Man sat in the car, lifting her hand high out of the window, feeling the wind weave through her fingers, bearing the faint chill of autumn.
Summer was on the verge of passing.
She wondered if her companions had made it out of Game 21. Without her dragging them down, they should have been able to complete the game smoothly.
Now, after enduring a tough journey spanning two days and three nights, she had final ...
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