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... the wind passing by, never to come back. It brushed against his skin and then left as fast as it came. Really, he should start treating time better; he was going to be sixteen soon, if this continued.
Which would mark his seventh year away from home.
'Seven... whole years.' It was... scary to think of it, after all, it felt like yesterday he had gotten trapped in the Withered, and yet, at the same time, the effects of being gone for so long were present.
He didn't rememb ...
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