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The Final Play.

作者: Preshy
last update 公開日: 2026-04-23 02:46:00

~ Selene ~

The air in the police station is thick and heavy. It smells of cheap floor wax, old sweat, and burnt coffee. I sit in a metal chair that is bolted to the gray floor. It is hard and cold against my back. My silk dress is ruined now. There are long, black streaks of ash on my sleeves from the West Wing. My hair is messy, and my hands are dirty, but I do not try to hide them. I look at the detective across the table. He is an older man with a tired face and eyes that have seen too many
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