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Chapter 134 Clean Up

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last update publish date: 2026-09-06 03:29:11

*Nicoli*

The study smelt wrong somehow. Nicoli noticed that before anything else .

The smell of his father had always been here. That ever constant scent of soap and wood shavings, something that had been so foundational to this room, that Nicoli had never thought to catalogue it before. Just only breathed it in for eighteen years without registering what he was doing.

But he registered it now.

Because it was fading.

Not gone completely. But it was thinning. Slowly fading into the background en
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