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Chapter 132

Author: Eric Parsley
last update publish date: 2026-04-06 17:50:57

​The transition was like a physical blow to the sternum. The golden willow tree—the last shimmering monument to Kael Davis—didn't just fade; it de-saturated. Its vibrant, sun-soaked leaves turned into jagged, charcoal-grey silhouettes dripping with a rain that didn't smell like life, but like cold copper and wet asphalt.

​The air, once sweet with the un-scripted peace of the 401st Chapter, was suddenly thick with the acrid stench of cheap tobacco and the ozone of a failing neon sign.

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