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作者: Maris Dane
last update 公開日: 2026-06-27 00:06:33

THALIA’S POV

The pack below had a different sound tonight. I mean, actually loud. It wasn't the scary, jagged kind of loud where everyone is screaming at you, or the icy, suffocating silence of the strike. It was just… life.

People were laughing, plates were clattering, and I could even hear some off-key singing coming from the direction of the Omega wing. I stood by the window, not even bothering to stay in the shadows like a freak. I just stood there in the moonlight, letting myself exist.

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