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Chapter 123: TOO LATE.

Author: SHINING
last update publish date: 2026-05-10 03:22:22

DANTE.

The helicopter descended below the cloud line, revealing Meadowbrook beneath me. Even from this height, I could see the lights—blue, red, blue, red—flashing against the houses in a rhythm that felt almost indecent in such a quiet neighborhood. This was a place where people hung bird feeders, where someone’s grandmother grew tomatoes along the fence line, where children drew chalk animals on the sidewalk that remained until the next rain.

I pressed my face closer to the glass.

Then I spot
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