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ded by the unknown.
clark could only bite the bullet and keep moving towards the only place of light. All he could do was clench his fists.
his dirty skin and protruding veins were a sign of his weakness.
Gradually, clark noticed that the hallway had bee so wide that it no longer looked like a hallway. It looked like they were outside, but he clearly remembered that there was a snowstorm outside. If he had been outside, he would have been shivering from the cold. .
however, in this dense fog, the human body cannot sense the smell of moisture. the temperature is still moderate. only the unknown depth of this scene can give people a thrill of fear.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, clark noticed that the fog was receding and the light ahead was brightening.
So he ran ahead, not knowing where his courage came from.
As a butterfly flies to a flame, as a shearwater flies to lightning, life in the face of death seeks light. humans are no exception.
clark suddenly stopped and stood blankly in front of a small wooden house. he stared at the pair of devilish faces reflected in the red double doors, then at the warm light shining from inside the house. he was attracted to the light in this hut.
``why is there a hut here?'' mr. clark wondered. when he saw the tacky store sign in front of the door with the tacky store name written on it, he couldn't help but fall silent.
Apparently this hut is actually a sma
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