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    “the one who kept praising how powerful his healing magic was and went on about how great it would be if he could join us to act as our healer.”


    “hard to ask how he’s doing?”


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    I am sorry.


    I can’t live, I can’t die… Just what sick gag is this?


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    “The old building… Perhaps…”


    Ack! Ack!


    “Ack! You look worse than the desert thieves that I’ve met, and smell worse than them too. It’s like your soul’s been sucked out of you…”


    I have no time to deal with random strangers.


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    I want to know how to communicate with the dead.


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    Of course, the cursed stairs don’t exist, it is just the stupid rumors where people pass on to one another.


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    Drip.


    I must be hallucinating from how tired I am…


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    Is this why they retired the old academy buildings? Because they move on their own?


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    Fuck… This is not good.


    T-this is the c-cursed staircase?


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    Is it part of the fog? That means this is…


    Ripppp!


    Squish, squish, squish.


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    Squish, squish, squish…


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    No… This is all a mistake, I just want to see my family, I am not here for this.


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    Thud!


    Klak!


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