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CHAPTER 105 – REBUILDING TOGETHER

作者: Mercy V.
last update 公開日: 2026-04-06 13:39:47

The first time Lys walked through one of the new safehouses on her own feet, it felt like trespassing in someone else’s dream.

It had been a month since the core fell.

Her gait was still uneven—one leg slower to trust the ground than the other. Her right hand still trembled if she had tried to hold it perfectly still. Her head still ached in odd, fleeting pulses when she pushed too hard.

But she was walking.

Not being wheeled.

Not being carried.

And the hum that had once been the soundtrack to
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    Rain turned the city softer. Muted the neon. Blunted the edges of sound. By late afternoon, sheets of water streaked down the warehouse windows, distorting the view of the street into abstract smears of color. The steady drum on the roof filled the space with a white noise that, for once, didn’t make Lys twitch. Most of the building was in low‑gear. Dima had declared it a “paperwork day.” Sanctuary ops ticked along without crisis. No blinking red from Aria. No emergency pings. Just… weather. Lys stood in the doorway of their bedroom, barefoot, watching Kael fail at being off‑duty. He was half on the bed, half propped against the headboard, still in his shirt, sleeves rolled, tablet in hand. A faint frown line had dug itself back in between his brows. “You realize,” she said, “it’s raining. That’s basically a divine mandate to do nothing productive.” He didn’t look up. “I’m reading a report,” he said. “That’s practically leisure.” She crossed the room. Pl

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    The ballroom smelled like money and perfume.Crystal chandeliers scattered light across polished marble. A string quartet murmured something expensive and forgettable in one corner. Glasses clinked. Soft laughter rippled under it all, a little too practiced to be real.Lys hated it on sight.Which

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