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The Invoice

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last update 公開日: 2026-04-02 16:22:33

The duplex was still freezing. The smell of gin still lingered in the air. Nothing about my physical reality had changed.

But as I leaned back against the cheap wooden door, staring out into the dark, quiet living room, I realized that everything had shifted. The war was still raging outside, but for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of the storm. Because I finally knew, with absolute certainty, who was standing beside me in the trench.

The final bell of the day rang, an earsplitting m
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