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Chapter 77 A strange memory...
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2025-09-06 13:56:41VALENTINA
The hollow of life is full of sorrows and painful memories; at least, that is what I am experiencing.
In the very darkest part of my soul lie those buried memories I thought I had walked past, but the sudden glimpse of something stirred all of it once more.
It's weird, though. Apart from all my living memories, I also possess a memory of myself that I had never lived. It's quite intriguing for me to feel as though I had lived it when I didn't. What is happening to me? Am I losing my senses?
I looked around myself, surrounded by my life's experiences, except for one that had somehow managed to send me to this darkest hollow of my soul I never realized existed.
It's a completely new place to me. Strange, cold, and sort of unbelievable.
I don't see Kira here, though, and suddenly her absence froze my blood.
“Kira?” I called for her, only for my voice to echo through the hollow.
“Kira, can you listen to
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