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... een haphazardly spilled, coloring the roads and houses in large, arbitrary patches.
And if this dried dark red were indeed paint, then the brushes… could only be the scattered severed limbs.
Ansel stood at the edge of the street, looking down at the lower district, which resembled a spiral hell.
He had no idea what plans and arrangements Marlina had made, but it was clear that... her plan had spiraled out of control.
Regardless of her temperament, Marlina had neve ...
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