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A world covered in pure white fog.
The floor was cracked as if there was a drought. I see the look of a woman sitting on the floor of the drought.
The cloth clothes she is wearing are torn in places and have holes in them. Wearing a hat made from weaving withered reeds brown skin and a somewhat plump body. The lips were large and thick.
‘I see.’
Having been through this situation once Simon knew who she was.
Essence of a saintess.
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