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The Carved Wolf

作者: Dreamer
last update 公開日: 2026-11-05 13:12:19

Dominic POV

The private corridor connecting the executive annex to the main packhouse was lined with oak paneling and portraits of old northern Alphas.

It was a quiet, restricted wing.

Nobody walked these halls without clearance.

I was heading toward the conference room with a stack of signed depot manifests when a soft, shuffling sound made me stop in my tracks.

Around the corner came a little girl.

She wore a soft lavender knit sweater that was slightly too big for her small frame, tiny da
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