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Penulis: Maris Dane
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-23 14:11:41

RAEL's POV

The whole air in my study was bitter at five in the morning, the kind of biting cold that seemed to seep straight into your marrow, but I barely felt it. I sat at my desk, watching the fire in the hearth finally surrender to a handful of grey, dying embers that pulsed weakly in the dark.

On the wood in front of me lay the report from Talos—a stack of crisp white pages that felt like a death warrant for the last remnants of my peace of mind. I read the words again, tracing the ink as
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