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... hoes of his own voice resonating in the empty room.
He twisted his head searching, those deep narrow eyes gradually lost their focus, becoming hollow and pale.
He seemed like a lost child, searching the world over.
Searching for what?
Searching for his heart.
His heart was lost.
He opened the door, ran outside, the man dressed in black silk pajamas, the chilly autumn wind made his pajamas flap noisily.
The night’s wind rises, and with it co ...
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