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It is pain. Part two.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The next morning was no different from any other. The same pigeons that circled over the empty streets, the same people who went somewhere against the cold wind. The city was as quiet as ever. Even the wind was quiet. And even Adelard's broken heart. All night long, he sat on the floor, reflecting on nature, on life. But all these reflections brought only more sadness to his soul. Never before had he felt suffering so strongly.
It was as if suffering was sticking tiny needles into his heart, preventing him from taking a breathe. And in that moment, when the pain became too unbearable, he simply shut off his emotions and became like all the trees in the world.
"Adelard, can you hear me?" Arthur, wearily, looked at the papers that held millions of numbers. "Adelard?"
"Yes. I can hear you."
"Suzanne, she left some money for you. Look at this. Also, she left you some of her stores."
"Should I sign the papers?"
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