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One Painting to End
Hoy1nEastern Fantasy7k Wordsongoing
No father, no mother, no surname, no name. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, that is someone else's life, not mine. I painted in the orphanage, using only black. They say I am turbid water that should not exist. Until the night when the monster tore me apart, and when I was about to die, a voice sounded in my mind, teaching me to use ink as a pen to draw the first talisman. Later I understood that the voice calling me awake was the ink that should have been extinct hundreds of milli
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