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Ch. 87: Home

作者: Astraia Spring
last update 公開日: 2025-12-18 23:55:25

Astrella Honey's point of view

The next day arrived with a muted, persistent throb behind my eyes. Fvck. My head hurt, a dull, rhythmic pulse that matched the low hum of the team’s final preparations. It was manageable, though, just another layer of the physical debt I owed for surviving the week.

I stood by the window, the glass cool against my forehead as the others moved through the safehouse with practiced, quiet efficiency. Below us, Manila was waking up, a sprawling,
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