yuvlian
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269 lines
9.1 KiB
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{
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"id": 0,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Sinclair."
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},
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{
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"id": 1,
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"content": "A soft and gentle voice enveloped the area."
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},
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{
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"id": 2,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Look this way, Sinclair."
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},
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{
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"id": 3,
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"content": "The voice is wrapping—perhaps coiling, even."
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},
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{
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"id": 4,
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"content": "Alas."
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},
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{
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"id": 5,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Keke… Kahah! Isn’t this a magnificent sight?"
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},
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{
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"id": 6,
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"content": "The laughter of the one standing next to the child completely twisted the air, like a hair-raising shriek made by two sharp pieces of metal scraping against each other, then flicking away."
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},
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{
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"id": 7,
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"content": "Examining the area closely…"
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},
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{
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"id": 8,
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"content": "One could see that it was surrounded by raging, knifelike flames."
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},
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{
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"id": 9,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "How does it feel, Sinclair? How does it feel to witness this sight ablaze?!"
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},
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{
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"id": 10,
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"content": "Her voice could even be described as manic, her wry smirk more twisted than the fire around her."
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},
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{
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"id": 11,
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"model": "싱클레어",
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"teller": "Sinclair",
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"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
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"content": "…Ah."
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},
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{
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"id": 12,
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"content": "That is when the child opened his mouth."
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},
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{
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"id": 13,
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"content": "His lips trembled, his lungs brought up gasps and huffs."
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},
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{
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"id": 14,
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"content": "Could this be a response of fear? Indeed, it may seem that way."
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},
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{
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"id": 15,
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"content": "The child most certainly had something that one could call a chance."
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},
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{
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"id": 16,
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"content": "He could’ve hatched out of the shell that is fate with his own strength, and gripped control over the path his life should take."
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},
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{
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"id": 17,
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"content": "And yet…"
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},
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{
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"id": 18,
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"model": "싱클레어",
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"teller": "Sinclair",
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"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
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"content": "It’s beautiful… Faust. Beautiful to look at those vile and repulsive things being purged."
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},
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{
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"id": 19,
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"content": "It’s not so easy to reject the ease of letting another crack the egg from the outside."
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},
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{
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"id": 20,
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"content": "Even if they aren’t your mother bird…"
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},
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{
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"id": 21,
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"content": "Even if they wrest hold of your path and jostle it…"
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},
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{
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"id": 22,
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"content": "That disquieting flame, almost mistakable for warmth, lures you into giving up your strength before it like a comforting bonfire."
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},
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{
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"id": 23,
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"model": "싱클레어",
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"teller": "Sinclair",
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"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
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"content": "Why didn’t I let go earlier, Faust?"
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},
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{
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"id": 24,
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"model": "싱클레어",
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"teller": "Sinclair",
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"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
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"content": "I didn’t need to bother trying to think or ponder so much when there was a clear answer laid right before me."
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},
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{
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"id": 25,
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"content": "The child spoke with a trembling voice, whimpering on the verge of tears."
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},
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{
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"id": 26,
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"content": "Pushed out of his nest all too soon, feigning the confidence he sorely lacks…"
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},
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{
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"id": 27,
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"content": "A baby bird who hasn’t even broken his shell fully."
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},
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{
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"id": 28,
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"content": "That would be the description most befitting this child."
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},
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{
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"id": 29,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Not just anyone can be like Faust, Sinclair."
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},
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{
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"id": 30,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "However, it’s alright… Nfu."
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},
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{
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"id": 31,
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"content": "The child with silver hair spoke, pointing to the sky."
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},
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{
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"id": 32,
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"content": "Up above, something muttering indistinct mechanical noises was skewered to a nail."
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},
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{
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"id": 33,
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"model": "싱클레어",
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"teller": "Sinclair",
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"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
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"content": "Ah… Ahh!"
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},
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{
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"id": 34,
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"content": "The child’s pupils further shrink, while his tremble grows yet more intense."
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},
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{
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"id": 35,
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"content": "It was painfully evident that he did not wish for what he was witnessing."
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},
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{
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"id": 36,
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"content": "Despite him knowing this as well, he has decided that he will be ignorant of it."
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},
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{
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"id": 37,
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"content": "Despite still thinking that what he is doing isn’t right, he cannot resist the convenience of letting this mysterious mother bird bring him food."
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},
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{
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"id": 38,
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"content": "A pink chick who does nothing but gape and swallow."
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},
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{
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"id": 39,
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"content": "Having dived into a pot of boiling oil, the child had no choice but to flutter with his melting arms."
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},
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{
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"id": 40,
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"content": "…Though, by the time the fire dies down, he’ll have been reduced to ash."
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},
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{
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"id": 41,
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"model": "싱클레어",
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"teller": "Sinclair",
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"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
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"content": "Ha… Haha."
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},
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{
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"id": 42,
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"content": "The child laughed."
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},
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{
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"id": 43,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Congratulations, Sinclair. Now you’ve become someone who can laugh at that sight."
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},
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{
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"id": 44,
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"content": "The one standing next to the child celebrated him with sincerity."
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},
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{
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"id": 45,
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"content": "In truth, she was lauding her own achievement more than anything; if there really were possibilities diverging into numerous worlds… she had managed to mold the child into a form one of those worlds must envy."
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},
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{
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"id": 46,
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"content": "It may even be that someone from another world has already been infatuated by a glimpse of the changing and charring child."
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},
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{
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"id": 47,
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"content": "Soon enough, that world too will face a storm of fire, oil, and sparks; the child there will face a similar yet distinct trial."
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},
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{
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"id": 48,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Now, let us begin, Sinclair. The cleansing of this world."
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},
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{
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"id": 49,
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"model": "싱클레어",
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"teller": "Sinclair",
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"title": "The One Who Shall Grip",
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"content": "…Okay."
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},
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{
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"id": 50,
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"content": "The child weeps amidst the fire; he shall ultimately be snuffed out in flame, unceasingly swinging the steel in his two arms and failing to grip anything in his hands, unable to tread the path he chose."
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},
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{
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"id": 51,
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"content": "Whether he will break the shell from inside, or instead yield himself to the ease of being gripped open…"
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},
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{
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"id": 52,
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"content": "What happens in that world will stay there."
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},
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{
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"id": 53,
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"content": "Though, if you ask which world will be the first to reach that point…"
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},
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{
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"id": 54,
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"content": "Who could ever know?"
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}
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]
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} |