Chapter 7

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I have lived for ten thousand years. With all my memories. All my strength. The only thing I lost was her. Each time, she was born, loved someone else, and died. Each time, I searched for her. Each time, I was too late. Each time, I was left alone. In this lifetime, I decided to give up. I would fall ill and die an ordinary, quiet death. But then I pulled someone from the river. I don’t want eternity. Just a hundred years. A hundred years growing old together would be enough.

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