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Chapter 0122

Realizing that it’s useless lamenting my headache, I get up and pick the book off the floor. There are no chairs and tables in this library, and that fall made me one with the dust on the floor anyway, so I sit cross-legged against the shelf and prop the book open in front of me.

Above my head, lam
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