On rainy nights, dark clouds cover the sky and darkness sweeps the world.

In the tent on the bank of the Tranquility River, red candles were lit all night.

“... When does the fever go away? ”

"How?"

“......”

Fragmentary sentences drifted into my ears and disturbed my sleep.

It was as if he had been thrown into a steamer, and his body was steaming hot.

Hot and cold sweat poured out of my pores, and I felt a chill on my forehead when I was half asleep and half awake.

But the coolness didn't last long.

Soon, the forehead burned again. The heat, like boiling burning water, reaches a certain temperature and beeps.

My head, again

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