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... s of his cloak, each pocket swallowing a hard little weight that might keep him breathing later.
When he was checking the remaining energy in the spirit stones in his cloak, it was feeling like he was staring at an ember buried in snow.
One bad gust, one careless moment, and it would be going out, and so would his chances.
’Five minutes. Enough,’ he thought.
He was huddling in with the crowd, shoulders bowed, face slack in borrowed injury.
Then he was slip ...
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