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Chapter 103 Prt. III So Begins Good Intent By Poor Design

作者: bluemorose
last update 公開日: 2026-03-08 07:43:03

*Bruno*

The door clicked shut behind them.

A soft, final sound—yet somehow it echoed through the study like a judge's gavel, like trap snapping on a mouse. Bruno flinched at it. Or maybe at the silence that rushed in after, thick and suffocating as wool pressed over mouth and nose.

Either way, footsteps faded down the corridor- Ana’s soft sfft sfft of slippers over stone, Nugen’s clink of sword against leather holster- muffled by oak and distance until even their phantoms dissolved into nothin
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