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... one’s soul.
In the reverent atmosphere, I saw a corpse leaning against the ice. A middle-aged woman with skin as pale and flawless as white jade.
Her face bore deep lines, though not excessively so. It was as if time itself had frozen her, leaving everything in a serene, suspended state.
“...Ma’am?”
I called out, half expecting her to respond. But there was nothing—no presence, no hint of life that one would normally sense from a living person.
I cautiousl ...
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