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Story by baelikejimin
𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗚𝗮𝘇𝗲
The echoes of the past had not faded instead they lingered, clinging to the very walls, the pavement, the peo...
