The Elven Race's Mission

"I was a failure. I hardly ever noticed whether the sun was shining or not, because I had no time.

"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't highly educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.

"I applied for many jobs, but none of them hired me. Maybe nobody liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.

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"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement instead of going outside to endure the unusually bitter winter wind.

"At last, I found a job: working nights at a hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor weren't lit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light leaking out from the rooms to see where I was stepping.

"The smell there was awful. Every so often, a dead person would be delivered stuffed inside a body bag, and we would work together to carry them into the morgue.

"It wasn't a good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use the free time at night to study. After all, no one wanted to come to the morgue unless a corpse needed to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I still didn't have enough money to buy books, nor could I see any hope