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Chapter 8: The Fragile Queen

作者: Gilbora
last update 公開日: 2026-03-27 02:05:28

The air in the East Wing of the Dirgantara mansion felt heavy, as if the very walls were exhaling the memories Anindira had tried to bury. Despite the high-end air purifiers Arjuna had installed, Dira felt a familiar, sharp constriction in her chest.

It was the "Ferry Scar."

Five years ago, the smoke and salt water of the Merak Port disaster had done more than just frighten her; they had left her with pulmonary scarring that flared up whenever her stress levels peaked. And living under the sa
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