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Chapter Forty Seven - Past
“I actually don’t remember that much from my childhood,” Zarina admitted while massaging her head, every time she thinks about her childhood, her head aches. “Honestly, I feel like I lost a huge part of me back when I was still a child, but anyway, I grew up well,” She mumbled, making Luther tilt his head towards her. “What do you mean that you forgot about your past? That’s highly unlikely to happen unless…” Luther didn’t continue what he was saying, there’s probably no scorpion glass plant in their world. Plus, there’s no magic in their world, so it’s impossible for her to receive or drink that kind of potion unless someone was skilled enough to make it. “I don’t know, I don’t remember anything yet my mind tells me something is missing, plus my head’s hurting when I think of somethin
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