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... th us, their retreating backs a testament to their fear.
Only the homeless, lying on the streets, indifferent to life and death, dared to meet our gaze.
“Hey, where’s the tavern?”
The homeless man, in response to my question, simply pointed in one direction.
It was the slum tavern Kangseol had mentioned.
The exterior was worn, but it appeared clean, as if someone cared for it.
“I’ve been waiting fo you.”
Gayeon’s husband, Kangseol, greeted ...
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