I can hear the deceased's last 5 seconds of memory.
Their powers, their secrets, the words they didn't have time to say, are all in my mind.
The price is - every time I borrow it, I will live one more life and bear one more death.
In the third year of the apocalypse, everyone asked me why I was working so hard.
I said: Because those who died do not deserve to be forgotten.
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