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Chapter 163: The Golden Roquiem

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[The Golden Roquiem]

The rain in Macau did not fall; it judged. It washed over the fractured pavement of the old district, mixing with the soot of coal-fired engines and the spilled oil of shattered clocks. Standing in the center of the deluge, Panni was no longer the fragile Saint Jinyan had pulled from the Carpathian snow. She was something ancient, something elemental. The gold in her eyes pulsed with the rhythm of the city’s hidden machinery, a soft, lethal radiance that made the raindrops steam as they hit her skin.

Jinyan felt a primal chill. The "Medea" liquid beneath his skin—once a searing leash—now felt like a dying ember compared to the sun rising within his wife. He stepped toward her, his boots splashing in the rising water, his hands trembling.

"Panni," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Look at me. Don’t listen to the city. Listen to the hearth. Listen to the promise we made when the world was quiet."

Panni turned her head. The movement was slow, regal, and terrifyingly
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