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The Kuzgun was standing in front of me with his long staffs placed under his two seats. It had changed a lot since I last saw it. Besides the inability to walk with the aid of a stick, his body no longer looked as imposing as before.
While I was surprised that Kuzgun was the one who sent me threatening messages for days, I was not surprised on the other hand. I didn't want to open old notebooks. I was trying to leave all my enemies and loved ones in that town and start a new life. Kuzgun never had a place in this new life of mine.
Seeing him right in front of me didn't scare me anymore. I wasn't excited or nauseous. I was just angry. If I had known that the person who sent those messages was Kuzgun, I would not have wasted my precious time and come here in my life.
