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Breakfast

Author: Leo
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-31 08:20:45

KYRA

My body felt terrible—aching and heavy. I should have expected this after yesterday. It was my own fault for crossing the Alpha King.

These were the consequences of five seconds.

I groan as I haul myself out of bed. My legs stagger, and I nearly collapse before catching myself on the edge of the mattress. I am so incredibly sore.

I wonder why I never consider the consequences of my actions before taking them; I never seem to learn. I’ll likely find my way into trouble again today, and N
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