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72. The Last Night Before the Storm

作者: Monica Wild
last update 公開日: 2025-12-05 21:42:55

The snow fell heavily that night, forming a white blanket that engulfed the entire city. Street lights glowed dimly behind the low-hanging cold fog. Winter had reached its peak, and the atmosphere felt heavy... as if something was waiting to break.

In Damian’s office on the top floor of Cassel Tower, the air was filled with the aroma of black coffee and scattered documents. The cold winter wind crept in through the large windows, making the room feel even quieter and intense.

Damian stood in fr
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