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Chapter 38

作者: PaloMack. S.
last update 公開日: 2026-04-09 21:51:07

The museum site at dawn looked like a cathedral stripped of its soul—skeletonised steel rising into a bruised sky of grey and violet. The wind cut through the unfinished structure in sharp, restless currents, carrying the scent of wet concrete, ozone, and cold dust.

Verlaine was still waking below us.

And I stood thirty-eight floors above it, watching the city inhale its first breath of light.

For three years, this place had been a reminder of everything I had lost.

Now, it was the first thing
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