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"fragmentsecrethistoriesb": "Many of the Dead enter the Mansus through the White Door. They wander its corridors in silence until they are lost. Some embrace each other, some devour each other, some force their way into the dreams of the living. A few record their memories on the Mansus-stone where it is soft. They scratch it with their nails, you see. Last night I read one of those memories. ",
"influencewinterc": "Last night the White Door was bright as a mirror, bright as fresh snow, bright as the migraine moon. I remember its brightness, but I remember its chill the most. I laid my cheek against it. I still feel the ache of its cold in my skull.",
"restlessness": "Some Dead are lost in the Wood, some rise higher, but many - so many - pass the White Door into the House, and become silent forever. Last night they thronged the entrance. Our mouths were healed wounds. Their eyes roamed my skin. Their hands sought my warmth, but my touch burnt, and they drew back. Their urgency infected me."
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"fragmentsecrethistoriesb": "有许多亡者通过纯白之门进入漫宿。它们在门廊里沉默地徘徊，直至彻底迷失。有些拥抱彼此，有些吞噬彼此，有些则强行步入活人之梦。极少数亡者把它们的记忆记录在了漫宿砖石的柔软处。正如你所想，它们是用指甲刻下的这些记录。昨晚，我阅读了其中一份记忆。",
"influencewinterc": "昨晚，纯白之门明亮如镜子，如新雪，如弯月。我记得它的明亮，但最记得它的寒冷。我曾把脸颊贴于其上。我依然能感到它的寒气深入我头颅的疼痛。",
"restlessness": "有些亡者迷失在林地中，有些亡者登临高处，不过更多更多的亡者则穿过纯白之门进入了居屋，并且永远地陷入了沉默。昨晚，它们成群涌过入口。我们的嘴如同愈合的伤口。它们的目光不断扫过我的皮肤。它们的手热切地向我伸来，但是，一触碰到我，就烫得缩回去。它们的急迫传染了我。"
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