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Chapter 92: The Hunter’s Ledger

作者: Fuyingwen
last update 公開日: 2025-11-14 22:38:22

The air in Finch’s study was a stratified history of scents: the dry, vanilla-like fragrance of aged paper, the rich perfume of leather-bound books, and the faint, herbal aroma of forgotten tinctures that seemed to cling to the very wood of the walls. Jack sat before a massive oak desk, its surface a battlefield of carved griffins and chimeras. Laid open before him was not a sleek data slate or a modern file, but a heavy, vellum-bound tome. Its pages were yellowed and brittle with age,

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