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Chapter 38: Glimpses of Ordinary

Author: Lil_Simple
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-23 21:00:05

The days that followed settled into a rhythm that felt almost too good to be true. Kaelen kept his word and stayed. He moved through the tower like a shadow that had finally found its place, mapping blind spots no one else knew existed and updating protocols that had sat untouched for a hundred years. He did not ask for praise or attention. He simply worked, his quiet presence proving that even the hardest hearts could learn to stand for something right.

Mara turned the deepest archive

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