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The sounds of children laughing was always joyous, like the ringing of a bell or the gentle song of birds outside one's window in the morning. It was a sign of life- a sign of innocence even in places where all hope should have been lost ages ago. This laughter was the only thing keeping Novaline from breaking down every night and coming back to life in the morning like she used to. The Elegantis was relishing in the sound of that laughter, taking place merely footsteps from her door. She leaned against the doorframe, placid smile resting on her features with an ease she'd lost a long time ago. Before her, the child that made the lovely noise