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... d. But he rushed towards the direction where his wife’s laughter came from anyway.
Everything in here must be a message from the ancestral spirits themselves!
He had to slow down on occasion, particularly when his cheeks tightened with the urge to weep and when he needed to wipe away the buildup of tears in his eyes, both detrimental to his ability to see his surroundings.
Immanuel Maier knew it would take him time to reach the gates, so he had been running at his fastes ...
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