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Chapter 6 1. Hit the Road, Jack (5) When I first moved to Seattle in my late teens and started working at clubs, someone once asked me this: “Do blind people dream too?” It was a simple question, but it carried many meanings. Strictly speaking, dreams are visual experiences. So how could someone who couldn’t see possibly dream? But blind people do dream. Those born blind dream through smell and sound. Of course, my case was a little different. My eyesight began fading when I…
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Chapter 5 1. Hit the Road, Jack (4) A stable tone. A wide range of sounds. Precise breathing, resonance, and pronunciation. This was a practical exam hall where applicants were supposed to be judged based on all those technical elements. But Professor Kim Seojin couldn’t think about any of them. The unique rhythm. The rich vocal power. A voice overflowing with groove. A voice so full of soul that it seemed to rise straight from the depths of one’s heart. The sheer charm of…
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Chapter 4 1. Hit the Road, Jack (3) Most high school seniors preparing for college entrance exams looked pretty similar. Faces still covered with acne scars from middle school, bodies that had become soft and out of shape from doing nothing but sitting around studying or practicing all day. Among all those unhealthy-looking students, applicant number 57 stood out like a heron among chickens. Even the composition professor, who normally never commented on students’ appearances, stroked his chin…
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Chapter 3 1. Hit the Road, Jack (2) This was my first time ever entering a university practical exam hall. Instead of a place filled with bookworms burying themselves in study materials, it looked more like a small concert hall. The audience section had around 150 seats. It was probably a facility built for the school’s regular performances. The dark hall was lit only by spotlights shining on the stage, while the professors and waiting applicants sat in the audience seats. I sat all the way…
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Chapter 2 1. Hit the Road, Jack (1) “Hey. You.” I heard that in the East, grim reapers come to guide the dead to the afterlife. I expected a frightening and gloomy voice, but instead I heard the voice of a lovely young schoolgirl. Since things had turned out this way, I hoped her face was pretty, too. “Hey, wake up. If the professor sees you like this, you’ll get eliminated immediately.” What language is this? Unlike English, it lacks rhythm, but it sounds very pleasant to the…
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Prologue I cannot see. I am blind. I lived my entire life unable to see the world in front of me. To someone like me, music was a dream I could experience without ever falling asleep. There was music in the swaying reeds. Music in the flowing stream. I could hear music in everything around me. When I was five years old, I watched my younger sibling drown while playing in the bathtub. The shock from that tragedy slowly took away my eyesight, and two years later I became completely…
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Chapter 33 — A Gathering to Get to Know Each Other Whew, Uncle really gave me a thorough scolding. Yesterday, the sugar beets we had planted sprouted. That was fast, wasn’t it? Apparently, Head Gardener Zenon discovered them and reported it. Zenon, why did you have to find them? I thought they would be safe because they were in the back. Martin also got a thorough scolding from Uncle. He was told that he was supposed to report things concerning me. “Martin, why didn’t you…-
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Chapter 32 — Today Isn’t Peaceful Either (Martin’s POV) I had somehow become the knight escort of an absolutely extraordinary young master. That day, I was summoned by the Marquis, Lord Keilrih, and Commander Sieghart of the Knights. Could they be asking for reinforcements to help the Margrave hunt magical beasts? I had never participated in a magical beast hunt in the Margrave’s territory before. So I needed to mentally prepare myself. I was born and raised in the Margrave’s…
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Chapter 31 — Let’s Make Apple Yeast We had harvested apples, strawberries, tomatoes, and many other crops. “Rainid, these apples are delicious.” My uncle took a sip of freshly squeezed apple juice. “Rainid, I can’t believe this juice is this sweet without adding sugar. The children are asking for refills.” “Uncle, that’s because it’s freshly squeezed. Apples are amazing, aren’t they?” “Can we serve this juice at the Thanksgiving Festival?” “Of course.…
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Chapter 30 — Let’s Harvest the Apples The mornings had grown considerably colder. I could really feel how early winter came to the North. “Prince Rainid, please wake up.” “Cold... I’m still sleepy.” “Yes. It’s colder here than in the Royal Capital.” Rudolph’s expression darkened ever so slightly as he said that. Perhaps he was remembering the days he had spent in the Royal Capital. I deliberately gave him a bright smile. “Oh, but being cold is nice, right?…
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