So a tragedy unfolded calmly.
Seeing the various changes of the last shadow cast on the walls of the empty room, an extremely powerless sadness spread throughout the body; and when the neon lights of the city slowly disappeared one by one, the tempo of an era slowly disappeared. in the formless. Away from the lights and hustle and bustle of Edinburgh, the train took the old magician to a distant place where he did not know his destination - the fate is over, the people are gone, and finally the reality must be revealed: Magicians do not exist.
The white rabbit who knows everything , looking out from the top of a hill in the outskirts of the city.
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