I huddled in the corner and watched the water droplets slide down the hair on my forehead.
One month, exactly one month later, every time the twelfth bell rang, I seemed to be summoned by some kind of call, and the blood in my body began to churn, ready to move. I tried to use cold water to relieve the pain of the heat, but it was all in vain. Some kind of moan came out unconsciously somewhere in his throat, which sounded like a wild beast's low howl in the empty night.
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