er voice was so soft, as if afraid to disturb anything, yet tears streamed down her face from those obsidian-like eyes. A silent and mournful sorrow that evoked pity and guilt.The director immediately...
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er voice was so soft, as if afraid to disturb anything, yet tears streamed down her face from those obsidian-like eyes. A silent and mournful sorrow that evoked pity and guilt.The director immediately...