Alec Piergiorgi

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The past became a long, razor-sharp skewer that stabbed right through his heart. Silent silver pain shot through him, transforming his spine to a pillar of ice. The pain remained, unabated. He held his breath, shut his eyes tight, enduring the agony.
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
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