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Chapter 145 – Hunter’s Preparations part 1

last update publish date: 2026-06-23 00:01:00

Marcus

By the time the mountain trip was officially booked, I had become insufferable.

Not mildly annoying. Not charmingly excited. Fully insufferable.

Sable noticed

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