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Chapter 151: The Morning After

作者: Amaka
last update 公開日: 2026-08-04 17:29:53

​The dust of yesterday’s confrontation had settled into the cold stone floor of the quadrangle, but the air inside Sector 01 was charged with a light, vibrating hum. The heavy brass doors of the Administrative Spire stood wide open, propped back with wooden blocks. Sunlight streamed into the vaulted atrium where, five years ago, my name had been quietly scrubbed from the rolls. Today, the space was filled with students sitting on the marble steps, passing around physical proofs and hand-copied
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