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Chapter 45 Late

作者: DESTINY
last update 公開日: 2026-11-03 05:19:43

Odessa

I laughed, because I couldn't think what else to do.

The spark hovered at the level of my nose, no bigger than a firefly, and glared at me with the full force of ten thousand years of waiting. It had a wobble in its flight, as if it had learned to fly from a very long drop. And it had my voice. Not the tone I use with strangers. The one I use at three in the morning when I'm sure nobody is listening.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't know there was a time."

"There's always a time." The spar
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