The moment we all know it's going to be difficult,
Would it still be worth it to clasp?
Or would it be good to just let go?
Of all the things we went through, the things we had to take control.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
The crash of the metal to wood was noisy. Enough to make the heads inside the chamber spun around to find out the source.
Sir Zhang heard it, and he turned his head to the door. He gripped the handle of his sword, peeking outside. He saw that a cloth rolled down on the corner of the hallway. Sir Zhang raised his eyebrows and sprinted up.
He stopped in that sneaky hallway, where the storage room was, and saw the nurse on the floor. She's crouching down, picking up the towels. The tray was in her left hand; she hissed as she tilted her head to one side.
