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... lided through the void.
Amberser lay comfortably in the cabin, humming a tune no one else had ever heard.
Hake Stone was busy revising the manuscripts from the past few days, making corrections and then copying them all over again. But the more he wrote, the more irritated he became, and he couldn’t help asking, "What are you even humming? It’s completely devoid of any aesthetic sense."
Amberser retorted with sarcasm, "Is it any less pleasant than the sound of you mining ...
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