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In a daze, Annan seemed to return to the nightmare of the "Great Hunt," the moment when he first met Kafney at the age of eight.
Sitting in a sea of silver-purple flowers like an abandoned dog.
Unnoticed and unremembered. Although a princess, on her own birthday, the only company she had was her sketchpad.
Annan still remembered the touch of Kafney’s hand.
That girl, expressionless like a doll, her little hands soft and cold as a corpse, lacking warm ...
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