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The old man who had been groaning in pain became quiet.
The sparkle of life could no longer be felt from his body.
The tiny amount of magic power that would constantly leak out if he were alive, if he didn’t try to hide it, was gone.
The old man had died.
He had died.
“…”
I close his eyes.
The room is quiet.
No one even stirs.
Amidst that, the first to move was me.
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