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74. Rest
“Gray! Gray!”
Gray Stewart vigorously turned her head, searching for the voice calling out to her. However, her eyes were coated with darkness. She could not even see herself. She didn’t know what she wore or where she stood. All she was certain about was that she heard a voice. A familiar voice was calling her name.
Suddenly, she was able to see the surroundings although it felt like she teleported from a dark space into a certain room.
She was seated on a high stool. Her clothes were her typical black buttoned sleeve and black trousers paired with black oxfords. Her clothes were themed for a funeral but the way she wore them made her look like a high-class gambler. Although, in her hand was an empty wine glass instead of poker chips.
A bar counter was in front of h
LeemaA new character! *blows trumpet* Since the 'new' year is coming up so *satisfied nodding* Just kidding, I already created him a month after I started this book. It's purely coincidence that this new character is entering in the new year hehe, and yes, I love puns *idiotic grin*
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