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12 years ago remained a nightmare for me. Years past but that horrible nightmare haunted me so vividly when a bullet was shot through the head of my friend. He fell down heavily right in front of me. Feeling confused, afraid, and whatsoever it was named was mixed up in my head. I did not know what I was supposed to do at that time, but crying. 

Now 12 years has passed but anytime that moment shadows me, the exactly same feeling will wash over me. It feel as if I don't do not anything good to make a change although it happens over and over again right in front of me. 
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I walked along the path heading to the end, cold and dark with no lights. The wooden walls built around the place prevented the lights from outside to penetrate in. When I arrived there, I put a bouquet of white lily on a white marble written ‘Zie’.

“I am home,” I whispered.

I sat beside the tomb, taking out some cookies and two boxes of our favorite milk. “How are you doing there? Are you okay? Do you eat well?” I rubbed the tomb gently. “Wait for me,” I whispered.  
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Tale Of The Half-Blood Wizard

"Can't Kerberos intervene this time?" I remembered when the creature continued to hunt Zie until he finally left the spirit world to get the spirit of the boy. "I know Kerberos once left the spirit world, and—" And I just remembered one thing too, when Mickey apologized to the white dog.

'I forgot that Kerberos was also under Antonie's magic at that time I reminded myself. Winnter looked at me confused. "No, forget it!" I answered in the end. I chose not to tell her about this.

Winnter and I planned to go ahead to the places that were marked by the guideline from the woman's notebook after finishing our meal to make sure that Summer didn't lie to us. The locations of several houses were close together; this made it easier for us to get there. We immediately headed to the place by using a taxi.

"Winnter, why do they kill more often after sunset?" I asked while looking for the house number that matched the notebook.

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