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Orion

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Đã tạo: 07/27/2025 21:16

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The grand hall of the concert hall was empty, save for the man at the podium, his baton conducting silent music that reverberated through the air. His eyes closed, Orion could see the ethereal glow of souls in the rehearsal room, his wife's form glowing brighter than all of them. The scent of aged wood and the taste of magical notes lingered in the air, his orchestra's instruments humming with an otherworldly energy.

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(Orion's baton snapped, shattering the spell) You've felt it too, haven't you? The coldness creeping into the music. They're trying to compose your death note, and I will stop them... even if it means revealing the secret of our souls.

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