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Chapter Nine

Author: Luna Seer
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-05 17:51:59

The warmth and roar of the bar washed over me like a welcome blanket. Almost instantly, the rowdy chatter died down as dozens of eyes turned toward the doorway.

The clack of billiard balls at the pool tables halted. A sea of faces—both familiar older members and new, unpatched prospects—scanned me, staring as if they couldn't quite believe what they were seeing.

Before anyone could speak, the crowd parted like the Red Sea, making room for a towering figure cutting through the room like a ho
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