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Chapter 169: The Symbiotic Execution

작가: R.J. Sterling
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The shadow of the floating Citadel didn’t just fall; it crushed the Southern Sanctuary into a tomb of bruised ice and silence.

I stood on the lowered ramp, the wind whipping my obsidian blazer around my hips like a shroud. Below us, the courtyard of the sanctuary was a landscape of structural failure. Gold-rimmed bodies lay scattered across the white drifts—wolves who had died looking for a miracle and found a mirror instead.

My right hand gripped the silver dagger,

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