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Wolfson emptied his pockets first thing in the morning. Everyone got some. The cell emanated with sweet and sour smells. They never got a lot of fruits. Sometimes, if they were lucky, an apple would take the place of the black bread. But then, it would make them more hungry. So this little treat was all the more welcome. ¡°How did you get these?¡± A tall blond guy asked him. He had a handsome face, a boy¡¯s face, but it was charismatic as well. Quite apposed to Wolfson¡¯s, which had a smily quality that made it far from charismatic. ¡°Jumped over the wall.¡± The guy laughed. ¡°I don¡¯t see your wings. I¡¯ll bet you did something for the guards.¡± Wolfson thought about that. ¡°Think what you like. Although I would like a pair of wings.¡± ¡°The guy who jumped over the wall needs wings?¡± He teased. ¡°If I had wings, I could visit the moon.¡± The guy looked surprised. ¡°What for?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. She just looks so lonely in the sky.¡± ¡°You are quite a piece of work. I can understand how you could make friends with Ken.¡± Wolfson gave him a blank look. ¡°I just like people.¡± ¡°Would you make friends with me, then?¡± ¡°Sure. Why not?¡± The blond boy frowned. ¡°You talk to me for five minutes and you¡¯re going to make friends with me? How do you even know if you¡¯ll like me.¡± ¡®Why would anyone be so fussy?¡¯ Wolfson wanted to ask back. ¡°What¡¯s not to like?¡± He said instead.

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Part 1 Dancing flames
Chapter 1 This universe
Chapter 2 Knight
Chapter 3 Rome
Chapter 4 Woof, wolf
Chapter 5 An unexpected meeting
Chapter 6 Why the horns?

Part2. Flowing wind
Chapter 7 Run away
Chapter 8 Another go
Chapter 9 Old man
Chapter 10 Charles
Chapter 11 Crazy
Chapter 12 Ignite
Chapter 13 Choose
Chapter 14 Only one
Chapter 15 Departure

Epilogue

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