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I used to be a legend.
The door of the morgue is locked, so there is no need to worry about possible dangers from below. The air in the stairwell is extremely dull because it has not been circulated for a long time, and plants growing in the corner can be seen everywhere. The two men walked upstairs in silence, not noticing that not long after they had passed, the vines that had been wrapped around the handrail of...
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