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CHAPTER 130

Penulis: Praise Lan
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-02 14:11:41

FALLING

Maxwell's POV

Michael's unravelling was not a single event. It was a sequence — a series of collapses that had been building toward each other across the months, each one weakening the structural integrity of the next until the whole architecture became incapable of holding its own weight.

I had watched it from a distance, not with involvement but with the particular unavoidable awareness that comes when someone who has been tangled in the same set of circumstances as you begins to co
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