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Chapter 193: The Mother Who Built the Trap

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Lu Mei stepped toward the open gate.

My father tried to stop her.

She touched his cheek with dead fingers.

"I am sorry," she said.

"Don't spend that word like money," he whispered. "Mean it."

Her expression cracked.

The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked th
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