toujours
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Reading
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Seo Jiwoon, 27 years old. Restorer affiliated with the Florence Art Restoration Association. Specialty fields: oil paintings and frescoes. Ishin's eyes scrutinized the photograph attached to the document. Straight features, expressionless face, defiant eyes. No matter how he looked at it or tried to see it differently, it was definitely her. Not the girl from eight years ago, but the woman from ten days ago. Taking a deep breath, Ishin exhaled slowly. He felt an urge for a cigarette. "Is…-
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Seo Jiwoon, 27 years old. A restorer affiliated with the Florence Art Restoration Association. Specialty fields: oil paintings and frescoes. Ishin's eyes, reading the document in his hand, are subtly distorted. Recently, the restoration license was suspended due to violation of international regulations. Fired from the workshop (Giovanni). Deported back to Korea three days ago due to cancellation of work visa. Special notes: memory disorder, complex sleep disorder, slight sensory impairment also…
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"Was the dead person a young Korean... man?" Her heart was pounding. Was it possible that the man she knew had been found dead? Her heart felt like it would burst. "No, it was a 50-year-old British man. And he was supposedly an SIS agent." "An agent from British Intelligence...?" Once she confirmed that the dead person wasn't the man she knew, she felt, oddly enough, a wave of relief. Then, vaguely, she thought, if he wasn't dead, he might have been the one doing the killing. "So, was…
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The man stubbed out his cigarette on the rough plaster wall and approached her. Thud, thud. His slow, heavy footsteps made her heart tighten involuntarily. Sweat gathered on her tense palms as she gripped the hem of her cardigan. Jiwoon looked up at the man who had come close. 'A Korean?' Only then did Jiwoon realize he was Korean. His height, proportions, robust build, and sharp features - when hidden in the shadows of the warehouse, she had thought he was unmistakably Western. At…
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The man referred to as Shanti introduced himself to Jiwoon as the butler in charge of managing this house. Shanti, of Indian descent but British, was forty-five years old. Despite his skin color, race, and nationality clearly marking him as a foreigner, his Korean language skills were better than most Koreans. "You can freely roam around inside the mansion, but you cannot go out without permission. However, it's okay to go as far as the lake over there." Shanti's long index finger pointed out…
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A bitter smile touched Marianne's lips as she thought extensively about Richard. 'Maybe he should be called "like uncle, like nephew."' At first glance, it seemed like an absurd comparison since the two were almost opposites in appearance. If Fernan was a gentle, all-around handsome man, Richard was a sharp, handsome man who could send shivers down one's spine. Frankly, even Marianne, a queen of a nation, felt overwhelmed by him, let alone others. It was like the difference between warm…-
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Gilda caught Diana as she staggered and asked with concern in her voice: "Diana, are you okay?" "It's because you scared the girl with your spooky stories." Uncle Ben grumbled from behind, though he too seemed quite worried. "I'm fine." A faint smile appeared on Diana's pale face. "I guess stopping that fight earlier was too exhausting." "Diana, I'm sorry. I didn't know there was such a commotion while I was busy bringing supplies from the storage. Did you note their names in the…
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“Richard Ashwood! The world's best pilot is right here in the Bringerton Air Force!” Diana, who was about to turn around to take the next order, stopped in her tracks upon hearing the term 'White Falcon.' 'White Falcon' undoubtedly referred to her past self, Fernan Lowell. However, there was a contradiction in the man's words she couldn't understand. Someone better than the 'White Falcon'? 'Is there such a person?' ...Honestly, she felt a bit provoked. Diana's usually gentle eyebrows…
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Diana had realized she was reincarnated ten years ago. The realization of her reincarnation came from something very trivial. It happened when she was twelve, playing with her friend Jerome. They were having fun with a white airplane model when suddenly, Diana started frothing at the mouth and passed out. As she lay unconscious, her past life flooded into her consciousness like a tumultuous wave. The love she received from her family in childhood, the glory of her twenties free from any hardship,…
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I regretted it. The regret was all the more bitter because it was too late. My consciousness flickered perilously like an old light bulb. The musty dampness of the solitary confinement cell seeped into my bones. I blinked my crusted eyes with difficulty and asked myself, 'How long have I been locked up here?' Days? Months? Maybe it felt like just a moment. My muddled brain had long lost the sense of time and direction. My thoughts spun like the tail of a crashing airplane. When fighting in the…
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